You rest in a small pine box
In the back of your garage
Frayed fingertips
Soiled grassy green
And earth-stained brown
During spring renewal
Remnants of your work
Continue to thrive
In your small patch of earth
Your living legacy
You served us well
May you dig your slumber
Check out this other poem about my parents.
All writing, unless otherwise noted, is written and owned by Kevin L. McDaniel © 2023
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