#MemoryGarden
This garden that expands before us
It starts barren and as we move forward
first crawling through the dirt
On hands and knees
As we crawl small flowers begin to bloom,
Their scent is fresh and gentle
their blossoms fair and soft

As we stop crawling and begin to walk
the flowers bloom more and more
But there is a change now
weeds have begun to grow too
Brambles and briars...