New Poem “Memories of Us”

Memories of Us

In the stump of this old tree
Where our hearts have rotted out,
There are openings that bleed from us.

I sit and wait,
To the Lord I pray,
Oh! Old tree do not decay.

On the side is where our names are carved
Right there where the grass is soft,
Lies my favorite place to read.

That old tree will always stand
Forever it shall bear,
My precious, unforgettable memories of us.

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