Walking in the garden of stones,
Familiar names are lying underneath, dust and bones.
Crows, they caw in the distance, quietness slips.
Prayers said for our loved ones, spoken from our lips.
Emptiness from our loss, the void never filled.
Miss them dearly, a life we had known.
Tell them "I love you", no chance can be blown.
In a good place, we do believe.
Short time on earth, then we leave.
Cherish each day for it's a blessing.
Walking in the garden of stones,
Pay respects to the ones we miss.
Live a good life. We search for bliss.
Time heals all, Peace of mind.
Live each day, be so kind.
Richard Orszulak 4-5-2012