Sitting at the Cemetery
I sat alone at the cemetery on a bright sunny day
Listening to the song birds sing aloud and at play
The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky
And thinking of my love a tear I did cry.
The headstones stood fast and true
With flowers, pink, yellow, erect and new.
And people carrying fresh flowers for their loved one
Whether that be mother, father, daughter or son.
They came but on this bright clear day
Their love and respect they wanted to display
For love, like hope, springs eternal and new
And their only chance to say, ‘I love you’.
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