Sometimes...
Alone, I visit his grave on Saturdays
(the dog stays in the car)
I dead head the flowers
And weed out the weeds
Making sure it is all neat an' clean
I hand trim the grass around his military plaque
I brush it clean and stand at attention
Gazing at the cosmo flower that has grown sooo high
Why he is gone, I never ever wonder why
Sometimes, "sometimes" a hint of a tear
I need to remember him
As I try to become a Father myself
Sometimes I miss him sooo....
But when I leave his grave
I leave with a glow
Knowing that I knew him
What a good Father he was
I hope to somehow someday show my
Child(ren) what, how, who he was....
Was!
He was!
All this time I grow old and have a new fear
I don't want to die
I don't want to be buried in the ground
Burn me baby, burn me
Spread my ash upon the land
Grow plants, grow flowers in me
Eat my ash be one with me
I don't want to die
I don't want to be buried in the ground
I miss you soooo.......!
DMM
9/15/2008
