Plenty More

Plenty more to bury, plenty more to cover.
I may falter but she will not alter.
I may forget to plant but she will make them bloom.
years later I might forget but she will send a stranger to the tombstone.
I might forget to water but she will shower the rain.
I buried, she embraced.
Plenty more to blossom, Plenty more to wither.

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