Rosemary's Garden

It was Sunday 'round noon when I strolled,
through a garden and upon my own.
Touched by the sadness of knowing,
I should not be walking alone.

I see a young girl pick a flower;
smile with the scent 'neath her nose.
Tears still fall on Rosemary's garden,
as a door stays ajar we can't close.

Rosemary's garden, from tiny seed,
covered the barest of earth,
spawned in the warmth of our hands;
creating new love with her birth.

Carefully tended, nurtured, caressed,
and growing much stronger each day,
we spread our lore into her heart,
based upon our generational way.

Each flower became a new thought.
Each bud is a smile yet to bloom.
Early thinking she lived in our world.
We didn't see that she needed more room.

We noticed the buds were not forming,
so flowers the gardens don’t bring,
and everything died in the autumn.
We're hoping a return in the spring.

Lost, sought, and finally discovered,
scattered wild across a meadow,
each flower living free but alone,
Rosemary's we just didn't know.

Surviving without guiding care,
love is hidden and refuses to show,
in the wind swept field it is torture,
where Rosemary's garden does grow.

For seven long years we gathered,
flowers that bloomed in the meadow,
seeking the bloom of Rosemary,
that grew from the seed we did sow.

The scents and the colours are mingled,
far away from forlorn garden beds.
What we feared appeared in the meadow,
the flowers turned away their heads.

Rosemary is the alias I use,
for a child we may have all known,
who live in their garden of beauty,
where different to us they have grown.

We lose them for some tragic reason,
asking why, but no answer we know,
so Rosemary lives true to her soul,
as a flower seen wild in a meadow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Sankey- Lewis Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 9:00 AM
I love smell of rosemary, and it calms the nerve I hear. You've done it justice in numerous ways.
Laurie Avatar
February 23, 2016 at 8:22 PM
Hello Iris ... thank you for reading and putting up a comment. I do appreciate it - Lindsay
Curtis Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:28 PM
My Goodness Lindsay, It's not every day, I get to read a classic, bravo !
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 8:11 PM
G'day Jerry... I dunno about a classic mate, but statistics say that the topic touches many. Thank you Jerry - Lindsay
Dietrich Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 6:08 PM
this seems to be a metaphor for a child either who lost her way or who died prematurely. Sad but beautiful poetry!
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 8:08 PM
Hello Andrea... lost her way. There is history in it but thankfully she is no longer lost - thank you Andrea - Lindsay
Dietrich Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 6:06 PM
LIndsay, first I have to tell you. I don't really have a big sweet tooth . If you give me a choice between the desserts at oinker's dessert bar and a table loaded with pizza, chips and popcorn, the salty table will win HANDS DOWN!! Now let me read your poem.
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 8:06 PM
Ha-ha-ha; oinkers... I love the name because I know a few who would have their snouts in the sugary stuff there. I prefer fruit and bbq style food and like you, don't rush to the sweets table - Lindsay
Nunez Avatar
October 29, 2015 at 6:29 AM
Oh so beautiful and sentimental is this, Lindsay! A different style from the usuals but I loved it nonetheless. 7. hugs!
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 8:01 PM
Hello Kim... oh yes, I've gone a bit serious for a change but I'll get back to my silly self very soon. Thanks again for your support Kim - Lindsay
La France Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 9:11 PM
Lindsay, how beautifully penned, just so lovely ~
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:53 PM
Hello Broken Wings... thank you for your kind comment. I'm pleased that you enjoyed this poem - Lindsay
Beaufort Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 8:39 PM
This is bringing tears to my eyes. Life has such sadness attached to it. It is sometimes tough to bear. Our best moments when our children grow, they also leave us behind. A happy/sad moment in time.
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:51 PM
G'day Duke... raising kids is probably one of the hardest jobs of all at the best of times, and nowadays there appears to be so much outside influence through social media. Your comment is so true Duke - Lindsay
Muideen Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 4:37 PM
You have a magic pen that touch the heart of the reader and sized their attention complete. Lindsay, your is extreme good and penned beautiful.............A.M.
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:21 PM
Hello Afolabi... once again, thank you for your encouraging comment Afolabi - Lindsay
Lindley Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 8:13 AM
Having myself - lost a daughter(Angela)) and a son(Cody) at birth, years apart decades ago, this magnificent poem, has special meaning to me my friend. A7 Adding this special beauty to my fav list. Thanks ....
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:16 PM
Hello Robert... first of all, I'm sorry to hear of your losses Robert. I'm pleased by your comment that there is something special for you in this poem - Lindsay
Lindley Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 8:12 AM
.................... utterly fantastic poem.. A7
Wigley Avatar
October 27, 2015 at 7:40 AM
A complete departure from your normal output, Lindsay, and we're all the more richer for it. Lovely write, well done. Regards, Viv
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:12 PM
Hello Viv... yes, very much different to the quirky pen. Thanks for reading and your kind comment Viv - Lindsay
Thirtyseven Avatar
October 26, 2015 at 7:15 AM
Masterful words my friend. You bring us in and pierce our hearts. Marvellous.
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:07 PM
G'day Scott... thank you Scott for your comment. It's always sad when lack of communication sometimes has dire consequences - Lindsay
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October 25, 2015 at 5:43 PM
Very touching, a child taken to early should always been seen as a precious flower.
Laurie Avatar
November 3, 2015 at 7:03 PM
Hello Mark... thanks for reading. A child lost in any way is an absolute tragedy - thanks mate - Lindsay
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