[Azaranth]

It's cold...
The ground has swallowed me up and everyone has forgotten me.
I have been eradicated from their memories,
Though some have joined me.
We wait for our loved ones,
Yet never see them.
We long for their voices,
Just their presence would be welcomed.
Alas we are alone...

Wait,
What is this?
Has someone finally came to wake my soul,
To pull me from my sorrow?
This tiny voice speaking to me...
Who is it?
"Grandma," they say so small and timid.
"I'm sorry I never got to meet you."
My granddaughter?...
Another voice can be heard softly crying.
"I love you mom."
If I were alive I would be crying too...
I was not forgotten today.
I, I am still loved.