While walking through this path,

I saw impressions.

Of bare feet.

I followed.

And followed.

I reached a tree.

A huge tree.

A girl was sitting under the tree.

She looked up,

And smiled at me.

We talked,

Talked,

And talked.

She smiled.

Smiled,

And smiled.

Years later,

She passed away,

And,

Was buried near the tree.

Another girl,

Followed her path.

Like me,

She reached the tree.

She saw the huge tree,

And the person under the tree.

I smiled at her,

She smiled at me.

We talked.

We talked,

And talked,

And talked.

And smiled,

Smiled,

And smiled.

She was just like her mother,

Full of life,

Of love,

Of energy.

Of strength,

Which she got each day,

When she followed her mom's,

Path,

Just like me,

Years ago.

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