Dying Poem

As I drive along the boulevard
Of a tree lined shopping mall
Everything seems in its place,
Except for a deep scar on a Maple tree
And on your handsome face.
Side swept by that fast car,
You loved so mightily.
This tree was left in remembrance
Of the night your soul
Was almost set free.
Scars are reminders from the Lord
To thank him daily.
Scar on the tree reminds me of placing
My hand on your chest.
As I knelt upon my knee, whispering
Please spare my grandson
And bless his life please.
Greg by Deannie Bentley Gardner @FamilyFriendPoems

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