The Silent Sentinel

I wrote this haiku after visiting my mother’s gravesite one afternoon. As I walked among the headstones, I was struck by how they seemed to stand as silent sentinels. Each one a marker of a life lived, a story remembered, a presence still felt.

Gravestones are solitary, each standing in its own place, but they are not forgotten. They commemorate the people who came before us, and in their silence they hold both memory and reverence. Writing this haiku was my way of capturing that feeling. The solemn quiet of the cemetery, and the enduring truth that even when we stand alone, we live on in the hearts of others.