My Father's Grave Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

My father's grave is my Sunday morning visit
Where I kneel at his tombstone remembering
Joyful things he did to make me happy
Often saying how proud he was to call me son.
I spend an hour at the grave with memories
Remembering his abundant love without reserve
Supporting, encouraging, gentle, understanding.
Because of him my Muse sings reaching for the stars
Treating humanity as one wonderous united family
Not divided by religion, politics, race or colour.
I place fresh flowers with tears and a prayer
Thanking him for teaching me right from wrong
And of the man from Galilee who walked on water
Was crucified, so all who believe will see God.