I don’t feel at ease here
Or at peace
There are no fond memories
Just an empty spot in a crowded plot
No room for your soul to breathe
Oh, what a distant memory
A little girl at the foot of her papa
The pitter patter of tiny feet
Ready to jump into the arms awaiting
Time has since faded
That little girl is no longer.
A woman when you passed,
Yet a child still at heart
Memories left scattered
And I’m left to wonder
If you feel forgotten
In this overgrown plot
With pieces of you missing
Divided, as is your sanctity
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