Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

October 29: An Epitaph . . .

Here lies
my mother:
A simple stone plaque,
level with the ground,
marks her birth
May 5, 1919
and her death
by drowning
April 17, 1971

If I could write
an epitaph
it would say:
She loved and was loved.
She will be remembered.

In this quiet place,
nearly anonymous,
surprised by deer,
I remember her love,
sometimes her folly.

Marion Louise Henry Appleby

Ukiah Cemetery, California (Marilyn, Find-A-Grave, 2009)


  1. I'm so sorry for the death of your mother. Such a lovely lady.
    I lost my husband in a work accident nearly 11 years ago. The only true advice I've ever heard about the death of a loved one is that you don't get over it, you just get used to it. Sometimes even that isn't true.

    1. I know death is a part of life, the letting go, but it is the hardest of experiences, one we least understand. Thank you for your kind thoughts. I hope you have good memories to cherish.

  2. "I remember her love, sometimes her folly" Beautiful poem, so much said with few words

    1. Thank you, Ron. I did want to write a funny epitaph as suggested, but just could not.

  3. Anonymous11:51 AM

    So simple and touching.

  4. Anonymous8:53 PM

    A beautiful tribute...I especially loved the "surprised by deer" image, it really added an air of the present to the sadness, it helps to not get lost in the grief, you know? Great job.