Memories

 

I walk the paths you once

walked

When you needed time alone;

 

I weed the big garden

And think how it’s small

Compared to the one you hoed.

 

The house lights are out

The spot light in hand

Remember catching the deer?

 

At times we still cry

We miss you so much

Yet in our hearts we know

you’re still here.

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