Buried in the yard..

Placed it in a shoebox, covered the lid..
Memories and life lessons amongst the bits and pieces..

and as we walk to the garden..
we honor and treasue the times.. The moments we shared..
however long or short..

Digging the hole we reflect on the hard times..
The strength we gained and heart we had
to fight to the end..

Covering the pit we vow to remember..
the lessons and good times..
the smiles and the sorrows..