Underneath the willow tree,
Isolated, forgotten, and alone,
Lie two decayed tombstones
Made of coarse, cracked stone.
Whose lives were buried beneath this tree
To fuel its new life and growth?
Whose names were etched into the rock
Only to fade with the dawn of each new day?
But who also was left behind that day
To continue a passage- a life– alone?
I wonder what memories they held close
And what love they had to learn to let go.
I wonder if they feared their loved ones impression would be lost
And if they ever witnessed the overwhelming growth
Of the Willow which in return now shelters
Their loved ones’ past fears, hopes, and souls.
–Written by Sandy Heights