In the cemetery, I leaned back against the Abram and Mabel headstone, and drank in the blue sky, listening to the song sparrows converse, watching the violets gleam against the new grass. These two people loved and laughed as they built a solid place  for five children to stand. They would have loved this spring day. Dad would have said, "Come on, Mama, we're going for a drive." Work abandoned, they would have driven back-roads splendid with newly plowed fields and yellow willow trees dancing. When their eyes were full, they would return home, braidng the ordinary day with gold.