I should be at the cemetery tending to things
It is what I do after all
The flowers aren’t even ready yet
Life moves on and that’s how she wanted it
I should be cleaning the bench and the marker
I should check on the baby, I could have put something on the grave so that his parents know that we care, they know I listen to them when they need to talk
Flowers for Christmas,
I should have already taken them out
I wonder if the teen who died not so many years ago still gets visits from his friends. I don’t see Dr. Peper and powdered doughnuts anymore. The cigaret butts left and one unburned as a tribute are no longer as they move on with their own lives, hopeful wiser about drinking and driving
Parents leave toys for the lost children a broken heart never to mend.
So many left undecorated, people move on with there lives
I don’t know why but it’s comforting to tend to those duties
I look at those near her grave and wonder if they are missed like she is
Her last bit of good advice
She was so right.