The park sloped to a river behind trees The other side formed a large burial ground Where my father’s body lay, deceased In the flowered park we sat and grieved We heard the thwack of tennis balls resound The park sloped to a river past the trees Children can’t imagine mother’s very pleased When her strong support lies underground As my father’s body lay, bereaved Children torment others , poison bees Sensing sweet fragility inside The grass sloped down to hide behind tall trees Now my mother lies where I ‘ve dripped tears As if I hope a flowering shrub will shade And father’s body lies with mother’s, pleased Memories may well alter .don’t deny Our mood affects the colour of the sky The park sloped to a river,grave the trees I once hoped that my dead could be retrieved |
Our mood affects the colour of the sky
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