This is the broken day
Spoken so soft
Like new snow
Aching our goodbyes
Knowing the last laugh
Is with You.
Is this your new home? It looks lovely. I do love English gardens!
Hi – this is the garden of one of my uncles, and it is in Wales. The poem is in memory of another uncle, Howard, who just passed away after a long and very brave battle with cancer. It was taken at a family reunion about 5 years ago.
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