Memory Garden
A blackbird
sang its late sweet song as dusk began to fall
And outside
in the garden I thought I heard you call;
The garden
was your pride and joy created just for me,
So it
wouldn't be surprising it's here you'd want to be.
The perfume
of the roses hangs sweetly in the air,
The petals
fall so gently and scatter everywhere.
Roses are a
symbol of love that's pure and true,
So when the
roses bloom I always think of you.
Lilies as
white as snowflakes, you cherished them so much
And now my
heart is aching as I miss your tender touch;
They remind
me of the day we were joined in wedded bliss,
Lilies in
my bouquet and the magic of your kiss.
Honeysuckle
grows, the common hedgerow kind,
It has the
sweetest scent, leaves a memory behind.
I recall
the times we spent here on tranquil summer days,
Wondrous
days we shared until we went out separate ways.
Flowers in
the garden, blooming everywhere,
Reminding
me of lost love and grief that's hard to bear.
In the
centre of it all stands a weeping willow tree,
It seems to
share my mood as it sheds its tears with me.
Somewhere
another garden I'm sure that you now tend
And in the
one you left behind, I hope my heart will mend;
So until we
meet again hear me whisper dear goodnight,
You left
our lovely garden when God called you to the Light.
Written by
Marian
Jones
Thank you
Marion for sharing your beautiful poetry
with all
who visit Poetry Panache
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