The cherry trees blush beneath
the sun’s honey hued haze;
they are happy,
dressed with Joy’s morning glory,
touched by God’s Finger.
Beneath the ignorant trees,
I walk with Mom
one last time on this old familiar path
(She has cancer
with two weeks left to live.).
Although the wind blows
and lightly shakes the blushing boughs,
the petals never fall,
while I am overwhelmed
with the thought of loosing her.
We walk away from the cherry trees
imparted with no peace,
unlike the blushing cherry trees,
dressed with Joy’s morning glory,
touched by God’s infinite Finger.
the sun’s honey hued haze;
they are happy,
dressed with Joy’s morning glory,
touched by God’s Finger.
Beneath the ignorant trees,
I walk with Mom
one last time on this old familiar path
(She has cancer
with two weeks left to live.).
Although the wind blows
and lightly shakes the blushing boughs,
the petals never fall,
while I am overwhelmed
with the thought of loosing her.
We walk away from the cherry trees
imparted with no peace,
unlike the blushing cherry trees,
dressed with Joy’s morning glory,
touched by God’s infinite Finger.
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