- Emma -
My Emma I remember so well - an old lady with roses on her cheeks
Lived in a cozy little white house with a garden so beautiful - flowers, berries and fruit
Emma was old with a bad back and her feet were weak - but she was never grumpy
The winter was hard for old Emma - lonely - no husband - no kids - no family
When spring came - Emma came out to the garden - she loved it
When neighbors or children came by - she waved and shouted
"Come into my garden and pick yourself a big bouquet of flowers"
When summer came - she waved and shouted
"Come into my garden and pick yourself some berries - they are red and nice"
In the autumn the same - "Come into my garden and pick yourself some fruit"
* Emma died many years ago - but the memories I have cherished in my heart
- * From reality :)
09.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2014
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