TO AND FROM MY LATE PARENTS said the leaves to the trees
In the summer we coveted and covered thee,
mon arbor, mon amour
And now we are gone
And miss you so much in this deathly winter
As we lie and grieve for you in our grave
Now, we can only cover and covet your shadow
To try and renew and relive our love
With a hope to keep our memories warm
Mon mieu, Mon arbor, Mon amour.
January 30 2017
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The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. Marcus Tullius