Memory Garden
Every time I pass the garden,
I feel my heart start to harden.
To remind me of the loved ones that have passed,
Thank God I have something to make them last.
I look and stare at the wall,
A tree of life bares it all.
I come here to reflect,
And visit with the utmost respect.
Through rain or shine,
And all through time;
Although with pain,
My thoughts remain.
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