Brown’s Cemetery

Grace Nicholson

January 5, 2025

Fog makes its home within my weary chest,

filling the places emptied from your loss.

The time has come to settle in and rest.

Lungs rattle, rasping against pulling breath,

and I’m drawn for the first time to the cross.

Fog makes its home within my weary chest.

A damp cough trills, the sound infesting all

the house with the green of illness and moss.

The time has come to settle in and rest.

I’m in the very place that I detest,

tracing a stone I had Sam Brown emboss.

Fog makes its home within my weary chest.

I’ve met the day that I must welcome death.

He’ll move in close, my dearest albatross.

The time has come to settle in and rest.

I’m hopeful for a quick, sudden arrest,

so no one has to see my brown eyes gloss.

Fog makes its home within my weary chest.

The time has come to settle in and rest.

Grace Nicholson is a Cajun poet from Deweyville, Texas. Lamar University has previously published her poems in their student literary magazine, Pulse. Grace is a graduate student at Lamar University currently pursuing her Master of the Arts in English degree.