I was walking on an old farm once and noticed a small stone that seemed to be standing up. I went over and looked, and faintly chiseled in the stone was the word “Baby.”
And this was likely from a time when many babies were lost.
Someone, no doubt, had stood there and grieved.
Also see “Home Burial” by Rober Frost
Touching story. And I have seen similar farm family gravestones.