Something that started as a surprise
Came and went with the same demise
The story unfolding deep in my brain
Growing old won't be the same
One less chair at the table
One less horse in the stable
Hole is growing wider and deeper
The mountains are bigger and more steeper
The journey continues to the end
With stops along the way to mend
The broken wings and down cast stares
And the shoes with all its wears
In the arms of my Oak, I bury my story
There it will remain to grow into all its glory
Let it keep growing as tall as can be
So no matter the path I can still see
That my seed grew up to mark my way
And to remind me to be grateful everyday
Kristel J
