The Walk!

Admist the trail of flowers I walk, Remembering what used to be, The laughter, the fun, the closeness. Each stone I come across tells a bit of history. The couple who held each other til their final hour, The little girl who only wanted peace for all, The tiny baby silently chosen for golden wings, Then deep in the corner beneath the weeping willow, An empty space waiting for the one walking in the clouds. Each step saw tears and sadness at a life cut short. Walking among the flowers with tears in my eyes, I see all the missed opportunities that never came to be. Silence among the roses reflect the heart of woes. The tranquility of this place is mixed with tears. For this walk I take among these flowers gently reflects life. The cemetary of those who loved to deeply found their peace.