Bouquets of white roses
Amazing Grace on the bagpipes
Stain glass windows surrounding
Over two hundred souls gathered
Celebrating the life of my father
His brothers shared with all
What a life he experienced
My brother read his own lyrics
Passion bleeding through each word
The anxiety rising
I stepped to the pulpit
Shaking while reading a poem
I wrote just a week before he passed
It was his very last Christmas present
About the Creator
Amelia Davis
"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
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