My mother died a few weeks ago and today I cut the first sod of her final resting place

She had wanted to rest with with my father

But as we were digging I noted a greying in the damp soil

For the first time in many years my father was looking up at the sky

I apologised to him as I had disturbed his rest

And explained that my mother was soon to join him

He said nothing but I knew that he had understood me.

It was my final gift