Three flowers midst stones,

Grew up brave and strong.

Gave love and affection,

Even when the world went wrong.

Many children sought refuge,

Neath their shade.

All felt completely secure,

In homes they made.

Memories of joy,

We shared in our past.

Flood our mind,

When we view our last.

Families gather,

Often too late.

Grieve at each death,

Fear each new date.

Time passes very swiftly,

As we whistle along.

Loved ones in fade,

We must remain strong.

For future generations,

Will be forced to see.

As we pass our torch,

For you and me.