The Flower At the Grave

The Flower At The Grave He hates walking through cemeteries It isn’t all of the tombstones Nor is it the sadness of loss His eyes tear up when he sees certain graves Ones where the deceased are forgotten or ignored No one ever mourns for them Has there ever been a tear shed for them Does anyone even know that they are there He stops at each one and each person by name Leaving a single flower on each one And saying a prayer for each person He knows it probably doesn’t make a difference At least not to anyone he knows But if just one soul smiles because of him He believes that he made a difference And that makes him happy