Never did I know
how past growing
our times
would become
Their value,
to strengthen
by shared smile or laugh,
lightening
our steps
Your part
to play
in my days
became
more to me
than a passing season
Never could I leave
you in the fading,
uprooted, or deny
that we were planted
In that plot of ground
still there,
your life so dear
No never
for granted
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