My Magical Garden
In my magical garden, I grow beautiful pink roses and white lilies for all to see. I tend to each flower with love and care, for dear they are really just for you.
Once it was your magical garden, now mine to attend to all day long. Your loving gardening hands, have been passed down to me.
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies know a ghostly birth
Strewn across the patterned page."
As I stand here in shock and amazement, roses once rooted in the earth and ghostly lilies cover your coffin.
Where did all the time go, seems like only yesterday you were in your magical garden.
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Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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