Smell those flowers?

feel the warmth of the sun.

Tread that lush green grass

there is so much more to come?

The gate swings open

and I walk inside.

A sight to behold

and there's no where to hide.

Rows of granite, black and grey

glint in that sun that shines all day.

It's Sunday morning,a day of rest.

But,for me it's the day, I like best?

My time to say thanks for the years that he gave

When I visit the cemetary,and my dads grave.

Two years have past,your memory lives on

in the flowers,the garden in them your one?

The moment has come,I open the gate

and say goodbye,it's getting late.

Untill next Sunday the aniversary date

                                                  when I'll be back to open the gate