We Love You

Preface: I went to visit my parents grave this fall on a Sunday morning. They share a grave site with individual markers. In the first O on each Johnson there was a pool of water. No where else on the markers was there water. Other O's the same size, nothing. Coincidence? When emptiness gets emptier, nobody wants to know. The grave stones speak in silent tones. The grass continues to grow. As season's change, it get's more strange. The cold air blows the winter snows. The pools of life begin to freeze. While we await a warm spring breeze. The secret message in Autumn's morn. Spoke to my heart and left me torn. Why is the language in coded script. Two pools of love left on the crypt. There's not a need to wonder more. To know the why or the what for. It's just enough to prove it's real. A silence of a dead bells peal.