I gazed out into the dead sea of stones.  It has been four years since my last visit home and I was eager.   So I jigsawed my way through the maze, making sure never to place my shoes atop another man's grave.  After a long walk towards the back, I finally came near my bed.
     I smiled when I saw that a new plastic flower was placed there by my grandson; a single white lily to contrast the darkness of the tomb garden as evening laid it's rest.
      I looked up and there it stood; that old cherry tree.  It was even...