A garland of flowers I carried for you, <br />To place on the grave where you always shall lie, <br />There under the shade of that old twisted yew, <br />So peaceful and calm and I try not to cry. <br /> <br />I look at the headstone that's so hard to read, <br />The letters have faded and been worn away, <br />Yet I do remember they're etched in my heart, <br />And I could recite every word it does say. <br /> <br />I stay and I talk of the time that has passed, <br />Of things that have happened and things I have done, <br />I feel you are with me the touch of your hand, <br />Caresses my soul like the warmth of the sun. <br /> <br />I blow you a kiss now and bid you farewell, <br />Yet I will return on the same day next year, <br />Again I will carry a garland of flowers, <br />I'll never forget you my love and my dear.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-garland-of-flowers/
