weeds were growing everywhere in disgrace
dusting away the dead grass, and pulling out the
unattended weeds, the tears started to flow


I do hope the summer mums will withold the
blazing sun with the dry season ahead

At least the guardian angel is in and I planted
that by your name, I am sure you will be pleased
now

My tears now have dried for the time being, but
my heart will always be with you daddy

Bonnie Collins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/groundkeeping/