Friday 13th January
A chill wind blew through the trees
As we stood beside you today
Talking quietly, picking away leaves
Clouds scudding by; sky blue and grey.
Our daily ritual has begun again
It just feels the right thing to do
Although our hearts are filled with pain
We will never forget about you.
Visiting your final resting place
Seems a way to honour your memory
Even though tears fall down my face
I know our love is exemplary.
Treasured Angel son