They took all of her away.
All that remains is her absence.
It looks like the plastic toys all came to say goodbye.
The baby doll carriage, the basketball hoop and
the table leg who still reaches out for her all continue to witness her.
Little people knew and miss her.
My eyes burn when I look at this touching tribute.
On either side of the ten foot high iron gates to the garden
are two plaques.
Gladys was eight years old 118 years ago.
Did she know the Barber Tree?
Time wears us away.
The chiseled story was hard to make out.
She used fingers to transcribed it.
This garden
was given by a
Mother in loving
memory of her
little girl who
loved this spot
and who used to
walk here with
her father when
it was a part of
an attractive
ravine
MCMXX
***
In 2009 this spot is still loved.
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