I sat within the little garden swing and watched the shadows play, Ten months have passed since that dark hour the Lord called you away. The anniversary is drawing near, the seasons turning 'round, As I tend the quiet place where you are resting in the ground. I trimmed the grass and cleared the space with just a simple blade, Doing the work of love and honor in the cooling shade. I give a thanks to Odd Fellows, to the ones who saw my task, Who brought a hand and power tools before I even had to ask. May their days be truly blessed, and may their mothers know, The kindness that their sons and daughters always strive to show. For every soul that’s resting now beneath the quiet grass, We honor every memory as the years and shadows pass. I still can feel that final chill, the day I held you tight, The moment that your spirit soared and stepped into the light. I whispered, "Mama, look, the sun is breaking through the gray," As you walked through the pearly gates to start your eternal day. The body may be resting now, but the spirit’s never through, For everything I am today, I learned it all from you. The "Still Standing" strength I claim, the faith that never dies, Was mirrored in your gentle heart and captured in your eyes.
