Flower Boxes

Everywhere I look
I see your handiwork
Now as a vine ascends the trellis
The cedar planks and more
The headboard and the floor
Hold on tight they seem to tell us
For the living must go on
Even though you’re gone
Your soul remains
In these flower boxes

Every bird I hear
Is singing loud and clear
Just hold on to the gift you gave us
The cheerful light you brought
The tearful lesson taught
From despair our memories can save us
All the things you made with pride
By hand with love inside
Our hopes and dreams
All in these flower boxes

For the living must go on
Even though you’re gone
Your soul remains in these flower boxes.

Everywhere I look
I see your handiwork