Mums Garden
I sit here looking at the garden that was built in memory of a lady, no longer here.
I see small buds upon the naked winter growth, patiently waiting for spring's sunshine warmth to make them bloom and be a garden of beauty once more.
And I wish with all my might, that heaven had a door.
That I would knock upon, and ask for you by name, just so that I could see you, once again.
But, I know that my wish can never be.
So I sit upon the garden seat, and in my mind, I have chats between you and me.
Of course, there are no answers, only silence in the breeze.
It's then that I realize, you've been gone now for two long years.
No longer can I hear your voice, look upon you, or give you a cuddle by choice. That priviledge is not to be.
But I can tell you how much I miss and love you, in my poetry.
And that my love, comes from the heart of me.
(c) 2000 Bruce De Boer
used with permission
used with permission
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Poetry Copyright (c) Molly(jls) 2002