There Was Wind Blowing In The Trees
My grandparents names stand in front of me
Hundreds of yards away from each other, neighborly
They were always a city away,
But now so close for eternity.
There with the named and the nameless,
Where so many lives remain only in memory.
There was wind blowing in the trees,
Sun beating down upon our face,
Some of us walked on,
Some of us stayed.
Flowers ...
Monday 15th April 2024 4:47 am
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