In a sunny place, next to the young hawthorn tree, I dug a hole in the ground
I poured the ashes of one I love in the crevice of earth without a sound.
She comes to me in dreams and sends me messages through airwaves of sleep
Like a mother to me, I loved her so much but I no longer weep
For it is very fluid out there and she comes and she goes
With love she guides her dear family through their great joys and woes
In the bookcase she no longer wanted to be
At night in my dreams that became quite clear to me
Hawthorn has been used since the beginning of time
to heal the heartbroken and peace of mind to find.
Kat always loved my farm and my gardens so
Now she will work her magic to help them grow.