A garden of letters

In a place so quiet and green

Lays a bunch of stones that want to be seen.

With flowers and names that tell a story

But are sad they can not tell their glory.

Under a tree lays a many white letters

A girl who walks up to the center.

She writes to this stone hoping it will understand

That losing her was never in the plan.

Her breath is broken

And her tears are golden.

As she weeps and talks to this lonely stone

You can hear her voice as the winds keeps it known

“Oh how I miss you and why must I suffer,

I need you more than ever now, Mother.”