Our Missing Branch

Family trees may bear much fruit, yet some branches never get to grow. Occasionally we must face the mortality of youth, and the loss scars the bark and molds the tree. We cherish every leaf and find fresh blooms are still as sweet, though watered now and forever with our tears.

empty heart still beats

bare branches cry out in vain

silent teardrops fall

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[dedicated to Eddy M. Smith III]

[March 26, 2011 ~ June 18, 2011]

[Grandpa loves you little Trip, forever...]

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