Before a beautiful plot 68 I stand.
With a poem for Mum in my hand.
Winter has gone, Spring is here.
Today Mum rests peacefully near.
I see the road between the trees.
It's looks like a river in the breeze.
It's just an illusion, trick of the light.
Only occurs if conditions are right.
God's made it look like a river today.
I can just imagine boats sailing away!
Near the serenity of that river flow.
We pray for Mum, where roses grow.
And we say loving words at plot 68.
As Mum looks on from Heavens gate.