There’s a robin in our garden,

Amongst the yellow blooms.

He still cheeps along with the whispering waves,

Spring is on the loom.

The tea’s on the kettle,

There’s a battered box of tools.

A freshly ironed suit and tie,

Waiting in your room.

Though you may not be here,

Even though we know you’ve gone,

Our love will never stop;

Our hearts, always full.

We see you watching down on us,

Smile as we thrive.

Joining in with our laughter,

Following our lives.

A proudly presented box of medals,

Photos adorn the walls.

A book full of cherished memories,

Is being written as we celebrate you.

There’s a robin in our garden,

Always gentle and smart.

He doesn’t perch too far.

He’s here,

Deep in our hearts.