Do you care?
Are you even there?
When in need of comfort
I go to your tree
To empty out my heavy heart.
Do you care?
Are you even there?
I know you are still alive
In my mind and memory
I know I miss most
The laughs and gossips
I should come visit more often your tree, mum
For it's alive and strong
Surrounded by fragrant wattles
But let's face it, I feel silly
Standing in front of a tree
Talking to your ashes
Do you care?
Are you even there?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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