Stone Flowers
STONE FLOWERS
In north-west Indiana
on a meager patch of ground
stone flowers greet the morning,
stillness there, no other sound.
I walk among the headstones
taking note of those I knew,
thinking of their loved ones,
how their courage saw them through.
There is no stone to guide me
to the one I came to see,
his ashes had been scattered
on a hill of sapling trees.
Thirty years have come and gone,
he would surely be amazed.
Little trees, now fully grown,
all aglow in autumn blaze.
I stand in awed silence
as the sun comes streaming through,
my father was my best friend
and the greatest man I knew.
Copyright © J. Summers | Year Posted 2020
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