To Walk With Tim

I walk through precious gardens and rosebushes filled with thorns

Each time my blood runs freely another cruelty born

Early on I crawled through wretched weeds and horrid patches of blue

And then I fell down the rabbit hole and pierced my heart so true

But when I looked into your face the darkness chipped away

And each deciding rainbow became another day

The Garden bloomed with kind alyssum, gentle foxglove and primrose

Each lily’s kiss and Dalia's burst gave joy to love we supposed

As we walked along its path's and gloried in its row

A year snuck behind the moon and filled us with love's glow.

So now we sit together on our precious garden bend

And wonder how the years have flown with butterfly and wren

For each exciting morning brings our love, beautifully renewed

But hasn’t it been just twelve days, not twelve years of beauty viewed.

-Pat Mountin Dorgan