By Keira Legge (my daughter)
I have to share my daughter’s poem that she shared with me recently. She is a very talent writer and was given a photo which inspired this poem:
In a tree where colors sway,
Like a flower bouquet,
There are collections of clothes.
Each garment with lives that are untold.
The clothes of those who are lost,
Those whose lives have been tossed around.
The tree keeps their lives
Their legacy.
Their innocence.
Flourishing with life,
Blooming with happiness.
Whispers and mumbles.
Their voices are heard in the wind.
So even though they’re physically be gone,
Their presence is in that tree.
Krista Legge 