A Poem For Cindy
There was a season
When the color of this single flower
Was well loved.
Has it faded?
Not to us
When I lamented the scattering blossoms
I already know the sorrow
That would remain
With my children beneath the tree.
Time moves through space
Like ripples on a pond
our sorrow comes visiting.
Love remains
Our constant companion
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