There she was... <br />in the garden <br />gathering a rainbow of flowers <br />in the summer sun, <br />laying each gently, <br />with reverence and care <br />in the basket <br />resting lightly on her arm. <br /> <br />She picked another flower <br />and mused a moment, <br />a slow smile playing on her lips, <br />the ocean in her eyes. <br />She lifted the flower to her nose <br />and its sweet fragrance <br />flooded her nostrils <br />and pervaded her lungs. <br /> <br />There was nobody around <br />so she allowed the veil of sadness <br />to draw itself slowly, like curtains, <br />over her eyes <br />and none heard the name she whispered <br />tenderly into the flower. <br /> <br />Then, a cold canine nose on her right leg <br />and a furry feline body wrapped around her left, <br />evaporated the veil, <br />and as she bent to put the basket down <br />to hug her beloved babies to her heart, <br />the sun’s reflection sparkled in her eyes, <br />and her bubbling words of adoration <br />and her bright summer smile <br />warmed the day <br />of a happy family of three, <br />basking in their indestructible bond. <br /> <br />(25 August 2011)<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-grace/
