the earth is stirring, whilst you lay still
snowdrops and bluebells, an early daffodil
they smile through our sorrow, yet gently bow
promising that we'll get through this somehow
you wouldnt want us to cry, or feel this pain
but flowers cannot grow without any rain
and when the blossom falls from the tree
as birds sing and fly, its you that I'll see
all of life's things that were special to you
will hold your memory for a lifetime through
thank you everyone for your kind and comforting words
xxx
