Category : Poems

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A few years it has been
Since my flower
Wilted and passed on.
Looking out the living room window....
Remembering the Rocking Chair
That you once Sat in on the front porch.
A poem once written
In your remembrance....
And a picturesque memory of you,
Now cherished deep within my heart.
The oak trees' roots,
It's branches....
Grows stronger,
More grounded....
With God's love,
Over time.