Garden of Sorrow

The Garden of Sorrow Each day as I walk in your garden Where beautiful flowers grew The grass wet and glistening From the early morning dew I remember how the robins sang A harbinger of spring As we walked hand in hand Listening to them sing The garden was your pride and joy In which you poured your heart You produced such beauty Each bloom a work of art Your beautiful roses are gone now The trees are stark and bare I sense the Garden is weeping For you are no longer there It is winter now…the sky is grey I shiver in the snow My tears mingle with the flakes As they blanket your grave below Forlorn, I kneel and say a prayer As I silently send my love Rest in peace my darling In God’s garden in Heaven above Copyright© 2004 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)