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’.