Flowers for Your Grave   The New Year arrives and others celebrate. I wait for the festivities and fun to abate. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Valentine’s Day and love abounds; Heart candy, roses, smiles all around. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Easter heralds that spring will soon arrive. Bunnies and chocolate and Jesus is alive! And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Summer brings your birthday, the 14th of July; Now every year the same gift for you I buy. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   September and the children all return to school. Summer is over and the air becomes quite cool. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Halloween: spooks and cemeteries part of the appeal; Not so fun to those of us who live with it for real. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Thanksgiving and I thank God for my blessings, But am sad when the table shows that one is missing. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Finally Christmas comes with presents, trees and cheer, It just emphasizes to me that you are no longer here. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Another year has passed but the pain is still so strong; Another year without you, it seems to last so long. And I do the only thing that can be done: I bring you flowers for your grave, my son.   Copyright © Laurie J. Crist, 2007