. . . WILLOW . . .

In the garden of trees stands a willow,
A willow that weeps through the years;
Named aptly for heartache and sorrow,
Each leaf represents one more tear.

With grace those leaves blow on a soft wind,
To remind of our child gone away;
Yet it reaches its branches toward Heaven,
With the promise we’ll see them someday.

It stands in the midst of the storm tossed winds,
A tree with quiet beauty and grace,
Like our hearts it survives through the worst of it all,
And will ‘till we see our child’s face.

In the garden of trees stands a willow,
A willow that weeps through the years;
Just like our child, it’s in God’s hands,
And like us, sheds countless tears.


Allison Chambers Coxsey
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