The wet and cool clear water
Amplifies the stones below...

Father a year has passed
Since the day of the news...

Unfamiliar voices with silent prayers
Unseen faces with warm gentle smiles...

Your name would arise
Time to time these past years...

The old broken tree swing
How many children soared...

The leaves have all fallen
Barren trees do explain...

Every year a party goes
A couple hundred attend...

I know it is not within your faith having angels...
When we talk about the seven faces I see there...

I began the holiday in a somber mood
It was the first to be without you here...

It is raining
A soft, warm sprinkle...

Christ was born that special day
Hope and love we all do pray...

Under the old rustic archway I enter,
Beginning my walk on hallowed ground...