The bed still flowers
where your ashes were spread 
now seven years after your death 
the breath of the wind and the rain
still falls on the pond
making rings rings of time 
silently rippling memories 
they tell the old story again 
how you used to laugh dance and sing 
full of life full of joy 
I see your face as now you smile 
you've done many a mile in the dark 
but your spirit still hides in the park

Margaret Ann Waddicor 26th May 2015
About Roland Michael Harvey, my father.