Sitting amidst your gravestones,
I strangely feel at home,
Wishing I could really see you,
Even just a glimpse,
But until that moment,
When we finally reach our home,
A dream is all it will be.
I sit here under a cherry tree,
Praying earnestly for that day,
I love you all so much,
Hoping I can forgive myself,
As I know my father has,
Trusting that He will care for you,
Even when I can’t.
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