If I could one last time make you smile
My blackened blood would run red,
and the guilt in my heart would at last be dead.
Secret memories hidden within family trees,
to relive one with you, to ammend and appease.
Since you have departed this now cold life,
stuck down, stabbed, by natures cruel knife,
Your Gracious garden has succumbed to decay
The flowers seemed to wilt on that sad, sad day.
Flowers, red, yellow, panzy pink and blue,
dancing rainbows remind me of you.
Remember our spot where the sun always shone,
Remember that giant tree, I slipped and fell from.
Remember heavenly scents from the flowers self,
I remember the dying roses, imitating your health.
Remember the rusty old alide, that would always rock
I have no choice but to remember for your time has stopped.
Dear Father our tree is a chorus in the wind
Can you hear it, can you, it has not dimmed.
High above in the heaven brushing branches
I can see a just born bird, weak legged it dances.
And so the circle is complete, one life ends a new one begins
Yet this grief, direct and cold, never ever dims.
Not Long Left
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