Willow

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We etched our names in the sand
and stood and watched as the ocean washed them away.
I never knew that one day that would be our fate.
That we would be washed away and lost by the sands of time.
The Ocean fell from my eyes when you read the test results.
You held me as if it were my own destiny.
And I held your hand as the toxins were pumped into your veins.
I watched your clothes grow larger and your head grow bald.
And on your last night we lie in a bed so warm and when I woke your body was still and cold.
And I lay you down beneath a willow and place flowers on your bed.
And from my eyes it rained.
You were gone but a piece of you lived on.
A precious baby girl
Willow
7lbs 8oz
Ten fingers
Ten Toes
And a heart that glows.
And when she walks I can see you
And when she talks I can hear you
She has your eyes
And your laugh
And your smile
And the blonde ringlets that bounce from her head when she skips
sway like the leaves of the willow in the breeze.
And I think of you.
I think of the willow above your bed.
And I place flowers in her hair.
And no longer does the rain fall from my eyes.
I bought a house on the beach.
And barefoot in the sand
I walk with Willow,
like I once did with you.
the sunlight dances on her skin.
and our foot prints are washed away by the ocean.
Twice a week my veins are pumped with the same toxins that stole your soul and she holds my hand like I once did yours.
And Willow giggles when my bald head shines in the sun.
And I hope that it's okay, but there is someone new sleeping on your side of the bed now.
And even though I took his last name, he will never take your place.
He looks after Willow.
He makes her laugh and he makes me smile.
And I taught him how to place flowers in her hair.
And tonight I lay in a warm bed,
But my fingers are growing cold.
And he knows the willow where I must lie for eternity with you.
And even though our names are washed away by the sands of time,
Willow lives on, as we lie beneath the willow.
And I know now, that our souls can never be washed away by the
sands of time.

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