Pine Tree

May 21, 2011

Next to that tree is where you lay,
there I go down on my knees and pray,
hoping to remember, the past December.
Where you were not, oh,
I cried a lot.
And now I go back to that big pine tree, just to talk,
only you and me.


The author's comments:
Dedicated to my mama.
RIP. I love & miss you.

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