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It was always her garden...

Posted by shoe on January 5, 2010 - 11:57
from the ABC set Through the square window

I planted her snowdrops
against the dark earth
where they can be seen,
and the lawn is allowed to grow
bright daisies show, against the green,
she tells me the apple blossom
looks like a snowy tv screen,
but the scent is stronger
than it's ever been,
and at night she touches my face
and tells me:
to her I will never get older,
in the dark, she paints me pictures
of what to plant for summer.

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Comments

Firebird | January 5, 2010 - 14:25

A beautiful poem Shoe x Love the opening :)

shoe | January 5, 2010 - 16:45

Thanks for reading and your kind words,:~}

insertponceyfre... | January 5, 2010 - 19:30

I really enjoyed this Shoe

Silver Spun Sand | January 7, 2010 - 10:34

Another smasher of a poem. You're on a roll;-)

Tina x

shoe | January 7, 2010 - 12:03

Thanks Insertponceyfre...glad you enjoyed,

And thank you Tina, I based this on a lovely couple I knew, she was losing her sight and he (tried!) to look after the garden, :~}

Keiko Shizuru | January 8, 2010 - 15:55

I like the rhythm. And also the smell. This poem has a perfume. Great !!
keiko