Do angels cry in heaven?
If I'm being honest,
I think they do.
Their tears soften the ground,
and sprinkle the grass with dew.
They dampen the mud,
making my messy foot prints last,
stretching into the distance,
making forever seem to last.
The tears fall slowly,
and move like broken moths,
their patterns disorientated,
and all their guidance lost.
The angels water the flowers,
that I planted near your grave,
I planted them for your birthday.
The year you passed away.
I will love you forever grandad,
The angels show it's true,
because since the day i planted them,
they grew and grew for you.

The emotions in the piece are so clear and I love the imagery you create. My favorite part is the beginning, which is interesting because it doesn't quite match the rhyme scheme of the rest of the poem (not that that is a bad thing), because I love the thought of angels sprinkling the grass with dew.