The Garden


The cottage is still lingering of charm.
Still glorious in the morning sun.
Within it's walls, years of laughter and fun.
Sadly she has said goodbye to every one.
Time can be quite cruel.
Leaving behind a faded jewel.
The little home now seems so large.
Echoing memories of the past.
Life's splendor just never lasts.
Heading to the garden, just to forget her pain.
Running once, relying now on a simple cane.
Passing through the wooden gate.
A smile appears upon her face.
This does not seem like a sorrowful place.
The colors are rich and full of wonder.
The trees and flowers, now in bloom.
Such beauty, melting away her gloom.
Joyful now during her garden visits.
No longer does she count the hours.
Precious moments, tending to her flowers.
But time does call to everyone.
Peaceful now the lady sleeps.
Leaving only the roses to weep.

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I love spending time in my garden & it was just something that came to mind late one night. I'm not a professional writer but I love to write. Helps me clear my head.