To Yew Tree Cemetary, I've just been.

Just across the Road from Finch Dene.

My Dad just lived a few doors away.

I never knew that until too late in the day.

 

In the Cemetary, a now familiar path I tred.

I leave some flowers in Liverpool Red!

The grass near Dad, is untidy and overgrown.

So I clear it away, to reveal my Dad's stone.

 

Some letters are chipped...fading and grey.

The passing of time has eroded them away.

The words maybe faded, hidden behind stain.

But the beautiful tribute will forever remain.