Memorial Day weekend, Jerry and I went to Kearney, NE to see his grandma and grandpa's graves. The last time we were there, (about 17 years ago), their graves were all by their lonesome. Now, they are surrounded by other graves - three sections of about 15 graves each - all babies that were stillborn or died within the first two years of life. Some of their headstones say things like, "little ones to Him belong" or "born into the arms of Jesus."
In addition to the traditional Memorial Day plastic flowers, there were stuffed animals, some hanging from shepherds' hooks. If the baby had lived to 6 months or more, there was usually a picture on the headstone. Anyway, it started raining. The following words started to run through my mind.
Memorial Day Haiku
God's tears fell upon
monuments to dead babies
and plastic flowers.