Remebering

This garden where we spent our days
next to the field where cows would graze,
Where sedge and sorrel fought for room
amidst the lavenders perfume.

‘Twas there we sowed our own wild seeds
our bodies lay – crushing the weeds,
Chrysanthemums and roses red
lay next to us in their own bed.

The Alliums and Lilies grow
above the bindweed down below,
While Dahlias and Asters kiss
By Poppies and Bearded iris.

Cosmos to attract the bees
Salvias next to pink sweet peas,
Angelica and Lupins bloom
leave Asters struggling for room.

The path where slugs and snails trailed
where some lay crushed – their dreams curtailed,
of reaching Hosta’s heart-shaped leaves
stealing small bites like slimy thieves.

The Jasmine climbing painted wall
white scented flowers calling all
the insects, birds and bees
from the nearby apple trees.

Warm evenings spent hand in hand
our dreams weren’t grand but well planned,
Six children would be raised right here
In tranquilness and far from fear.

‘Twas here we raised our loving brood,
next to the field where cud was chewed,
They grew and left the family nest
with their own children they were blessed.

Then, you became so ill, so frail
your skin turned grey so very pale,
The doctor said ‘ There’s nought to do’
tumours had taken hold of you.

I held your hand that summer day
as cancer took your life away,
A flood of tears flowed down my face
and this became a lonely place.

Our children visit.. endless hours
say their prayers, bring you flowers,
Grandchildren that you never knew
through parents have strong love for you.

And me? I sit here with my dreams
our garden now has changed it seems
To a garden of remembrance
where tulips and wild flowers still dance.

Eric Harvey 11/09/2018