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You sheltered me on those warm Spring days and

as the Honeysuckles bloomed I remember the shade.



I walked through the garden and I loved the smells

as we cultivated Tulips and Cockleshells,



And while the Japanese Maple stood steady at the core

it's the Cherry Blossoms I notice on the garden floor.



From day-to-day and with each setting Sun, I would sit

at the base while being cradled by the trunk.



All of life's joys and all of life's pains could not

reach me there in those manicured lanes.



I traveled to the garden as often as I could,

and sometimes I even questioned if I should.



See this garden was my solace.  My place of respite.

Where life and, even, death held equal might.



Now the Cherry Blossoms have fallen almost everywhere

and the garden I have so loved is in terrible disrepair.



Oh, the strong Japanese Maple where my father used to

sing, seems to sadly bend and appears to be withering.



My feelings do betray me for in the days gone by, my

father asked me to tend things, but I hardly ever tried.



Now with the garden dieing, I've finally realized the

beauty I have always seen was through my father's eyes.



Although we got to say our sweet tearful goodbyes,

although I know he is at home beyond the distant skies,



The Cherry Blossoms tell the tale I see through tearful

eyes that my Japanese Maple has fallen and has died.



My garden gone, my heart so broken, no more Springtime shade, all of this will heal in time as all things are re-made.



SO I sit and mend, my heart pretends, on these warm Spring days...



I cry...



I smile...



and as the Cherry Blossoms fall...



I remember His shade.