Aubrey

Aubrey

Aubrey,
The name unusual not often seen,
I see it at least three or four days a week,
Near Heritage High School, here in Conyers Ga.
Her name on a good sized sign, resting there,
Also there are assorted items,
One being a stuffed bear with bright colors.
She was a High School student I guess,
Never read about who she is,
Or how she died,
Does not matter really,
She is not just a story anyway,
Seeing the spot always makes me pause,
Wonder,
About her family,
Friends,
How they are doing,
How often they see her little shrine,
Which seems to be kept up by more than just family.
Friends?
Classmates?
In any case she was loved and is still remembered.
We find connections everywhere,
Our personnel webs are perhaps larger than we know,
The effect we have on others hidden,
Like Aubrey,
In death she touches me,
Perhaps many others also,
In any case I throw a prayer her way
Each time I pass.
I wonder if she knows.
If yes, then she must know many are praying for her,
Other like her also,
The personnel web constantly grows,
Connection deep made,
Perhaps unfelt but there all the same.
Our lives mean more than we can understand,
Perhaps our deaths only bring us closer in,
Not further out.