I Hear the Crows Call

I hear the last calls of the crows I saw One winter day, when all I needed was to see you But you were gone, where they flew So, I spoke to your grave in the empty graveyard I still know that you heard me Even though, all I could see were Christmas Trees, Laid upon graves in the snow, in memory For many people there, in this place A place of rest, a place to feel closer to those who passed A plastic police car was left at yours To celebrate all your years of service But, nothing seemed to compare to what you gave to me Since that day I heard the calls of the crows, I walked away and in spirit, you followed me Heidi Sands 12/29/18