Step Into the Garden
Potash and compost, tomatoes and rose,
Back in your greenhouse where everything grows.
The gurgle of water, filling the can,
To water my memories of holding your hand.
Prize-winning carnations, striped candy floss pink,
Clove scented blooms, you give me a wink.
I step into the garden, maybe you’re there.
With a trowel in your hand, on an old garden chair.
Mousseline and Pompom, Juno, Khayyam.
We picked all the petals and turned them to jam.
Sweet tasting strawberries, with roses we strew
Stirring together, a red glistening brew.
The other’s they mourn you over cups of hot tea,
but here in your garden, it’s just you and me.
Time with my grandpa, my happiness flows,
As I think of you growing, a carnation and rose.
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