Perhaps some of the most heart-wrenching moments I experience while visiting Elmwood Cemetery come from viewing the graves of children. They are almost always dated from the 1800's, many around the yellow fever years of Memphis. You can still feel vibrating in the air the unthinkable pain of parents having to lay their child to rest. That coupled with the sadness of a forgotten child never having their chance in life can be a bit much for an old softie like me. On this tombstone the parents had sculptured their lost child safely in the arms of a loving angle as he or she is being whisked away to the next life. I imagine the thought of their little lost loved one in the arms of a loving angle was the only comfort realized with such a tragic turn of events. A while back Julia and I saw a simlar themed tombstone down in Mississippi, and it inspired the following poem of hers: Sleep sweetly precious child sleep now bathe in heaven's light may angel's wings keep you safe from harm death cannot break eternal bonds love made nor will death erase your memory from our mortal sight your beloved face is forever etched on our hearts our love could not hold you here so till we meet again my darling lil' one we give you to heaven's care sigh. . . . Perhaps I should stick with buildings, mountains and beaches. I sometimes feel too much at Elmwood. marshall