Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

The Garden in Winter

Winter fades the garden now
Where laughter used to flower.
It makes us sad to linger here.
The minutes seem like hours.

But though we only see the loss
Of what we used to know,
In time the warmth of memory
Will make the garden grow.

And shades of love we thought we’d lost
Once again will show.
Peeking trough the snow.

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