Grandma bought some lilies

and put them in a vase.

She placed them on the table

upon a cloth of lace.

She said that they’re for Easter.

I asked the question why,

and she said, “Spring reminds me

that we can never die.

“In spring, buds come to life again.

In spring, the lilies bloom.

In spring, Christ hung upon the cross

and left the garden tomb.”

Now that Grandma left to be

with Grandpa up in heaven,

I put lilies on their graves

and think of resurrection.

Because the Savior sacrificed

and rose on the third day,

I will see them both again.

In gratitude, I pray.

Illustrated by Brad Teare