Lost Garden
Lost Garden
Lacy, lovely lilac wisteria
Drape over an old weathered garden fence,
Behind the gate, the history of a family,
Life loved, life cherished, life spent.
There’s a plaque with a name you wouldn’t know
Pinned on dilapidated boards,
A robin looks down at you from an untended tree,
His song just as sweet in his deserted world.
Tall salmon gladiolas planted by a young happy groom,
An old-fashioned garden by a rugged path
Crowds daisies, larkspurs, verbenas, and wild herbs,
The scent of which would rival the sweetest perfume.
As the gate squeaks when a visitor,
Longs to stroll and reminisce,
There is the chortle of children in the air,
And an empty rubber tire swing, a bench.
The lovers’ spirits hold hands on the path
They trod through a well-lived life,
Though none is left to tend their garden,
Save the birds of twilight.
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