The 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

(All rights reserved)

 

Author's Note

Critique invited

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Such sad lovely writing. A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Angel Baby]

This reminds me of my grandmother and her garden that I loved to sit by and enjoy the beauty of it all. Sadly she has too passed away and I know longer get to see the beauty of what she loved to create with loving hands, but you brought back beautiful memories of a time so long ago....thank you, for sharing your memories with me, and brightening my day with memories of my own. God Bless, and many hugs sent your way. P.W.