Here lie the mortal remains,  
marked by a headstone worn by rain
which fell like tears over time,
guarded by weeping willows and pines.
The aged stones sit in quiet rest
carved with words of a love confessed
and how much they will be missed,
with an urn of flowers that death kissed.
In life, we part with so much grief,
and in God's arms,
please rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis