Cemetery

Warm air gently flows,
As the trees wave in the back grond.
Hot sun beating, everything feels alive.
Stones protrude from the ground.
Quietness Interrupted by birds singing.
Sounds of weeping quietly drift away.
Fresh flowers cover the names.
Knee flowers freshly cut grass,
Conversation takes place, no one answers.
Staring at the names they look familiar.
Tears low bouncing off the tombstone.
Light warm breeze tickles the ear,
Heart fills with joy. Death so final,
Loved once left with many unanswered questions.
Eyes still tearing wondering if they made it to heaven.