Cultivating a Friendship
When my friend Lydia was alive
she made the world
around her thrive,
this garden grew so high
and wide,
you couldn't find the other side.
she had red hair and azure eyes
so like a flower in disguise
perhaps she was a hybrid host
a woman blooming as a ghost
inhabiting this bit of land
to cultivate her garden grand.
her colored skirts of daffodils
her collars ,lillies full of frills,
I never noticed it before..............
what are these seeds upon her floor?
perhaps her season came and went,
bright annual whose time was spent.
I'll gather all the fallen seeds,
I'll plant them all and pull the weeds
thatmust be why she brought me here,
to help her grow another year.
and in the springtime she'll arise
and stretch her arms and kiss the skies
and let our hearts like vines entwine
she'll grow to be a friend of mine.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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