Every now and then,
I visit the stone houses inside the gates of Woodland Cemetery
where quiet residents speak softly of long ago and far away.
I always pause in front of this lovely gravestone guardian
and wonder whose stone house she's guarding.
A cherished grandpa, a lovely mother, an infant daughter?
Her youthful face,
so beautiful with age and weather,
slips from the grasp of my camera.
I can't capture her mystery...
only the stone from which she's carved.