Beatrice Boyle Poet Rhyme

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
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Johnny Sumler July 9, 2011 at 12:27 AM You really put a lot into this beautiful creative emotional tear-jerker! Beatrice Boyle July 9, 2011 at 1:46 AM Thank you Johnny...it was written on the 15th anniversary of his death. Seems like yesterday to me! Bea

Juanita Warden July 8, 2011 at 11:40 PM Wow, Bea..Great work and words..tears in my eyes... Juanita Warden July 11, 2011 at 12:30 PM Then we are alike..I kill every plant I touch.. Beatrice Boyle July 8, 2011 at 11:54 PM Thank you so much Juanita...my husband just loved his garden. As for me, I can't even keep a potted plant alive...it's frustrating!! Bea