In Yew Tree to my Dad’s stone I now tend.
And all my love to him in Heaven I send.
Today I cleaned up my Father's headstone.
And tidied up the parts, a little overgrown.
I brushed away loose grass, every last blade.
With time the carved words have begun to fade.
But the elements won't destroy or take away.
The meaning behind what those words say.
I leave my card, with some words of my own.
And I send a prayer to Dad's heavenly home.
The LFC flag musters a flutter in the breeze.
While a robin looks on from within the trees.
I know what a robin means at a time like this.
Hurry home soon dad, before an Angel they miss.

Michael x