A Journal With Everything

Garden Of Stone

A garden of stone in the cemetery.
Headstones. Benches. Stone angels.
People we loved who died.
Strangers we never knew.

Concrete angels. They watch over the graves.
My father has been there six months.
We wait for his headstone to-
arrive from India. We wait.

It will take a year.It has been three months.
Flags on the graves. Flowers.
Stone headstones all decorated.
Dad will his all decorated.

A garden of stone. Sadly, I look around.
It does look peaceful.
I pray for Dad and everyone.
It is beautiful here. I smile.

A garden of stone. A place
for our loved ones.
We make their final resting
place comfortable.
Someday, we will all be in Heaven.