HE SAID:

HE SAID:


I was walking slowly thru the gates
Fresh roses in my hand
When I heard a noise behind me
A stranger, just a man;
I said hello and smiled
He held the open gate
And we walked in together
He couldn't seem to wait.

I said that it was a nice day
He agreed and then
He turned towards the right
I turned left at the bend;
The graves lay out before us
Like pebbles on a beach
And it wasn't very long
Before Mom's grave, I reached.

We walked out at the same time
His head was bowed in prayer
I watched him cross himself
The wind blew through our hair;
I said how on Mother's Day
I'd expected to see more
I asked if it was Mother
Who he'd picked the lupins for?

He said:
"I always come on Sundays
There's seldom folks around
I like to hear the quiet
I like to walk the ground;
There's no-one here to visit
That's how I see it, anyhow
He's no longer on this earth
My boy's in Heaven now."

He gave to me some lupins
As I looked into his eyes
I saw a badly, broken heart
That almost made me cry;
I watched him as he drove away
As I noted his car's plate
Was just one word: "SON"
And I locked up the gate.