Her lamp, there is none, it's dark and cold.
Surrounded by cement, it's 6 feet under.
Covered by dirt, that's filthy.
Decorated with roses, that die.
Planted a tree it died.
A photo of her, it's weathered.
Nothing about this Nursery is right, it's all wrong.
Hi there. I found your blog on faces of loss, faces of hope. I am so sorry for your loss. Esther Grace is such a lovely and timeless name!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so beautiful. It is amazing that you are making Molly Bears. I am going to put in my order this month. I just wish I could hold it in my arms right now.
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