The Flowers
The flowers in her garden are wilted and wan
And their petals are starting to spill
Her face that once shone is now wrinkled and drawn
But the light in her eyes lingers still
The bouquet she sees in the vault of her mind
Is the one that she had when they wed
But still it is deep in her mem’ry enshrined
Along with the words that he said
He’d told her that she had put roots in his heart
Her blossom would grow through the years
As he held her and told her that they’d never part
She barely could hold back the tears
So now once again she remembers that smile
And the promise he just couldn’t keep
For though they’d been happy for such a long while
Every day since he’d gone she would weep
Laura Taylor
Thu 12th Apr 2018 14:44
Lovely write this, Trev.
It's so difficult innit?! I was actually ashamed of yesterday's effort ? Still, I thought it better to try than to just not bother at all.