Note: <br />This poem has a sequel entitled, 'The Garden' <br /> <br />I walked along the garden's path <br />Where the flowers bloomed in spring <br />Where we once walked hand in hand <br />Listening to the robins sing… <br /> <br />The velvet grass beneath our feet <br />Glistened with the morning's dew. <br />The path led to the garden <br />Where beautiful roses grew… <br /> <br />This garden was my passion <br />The refuge where I'd hide… <br />And when each flower bloomed <br />My face would beam with pride <br /> <br />It's winter now, and you are gone <br />The garden in disrepair <br />All my work has slowly died <br />For you're no longer there. <br /> <br />The leaves have left the weakened trees <br />The wind swirling them around <br />I thought I heard a plaintive sigh <br />As they drifted to the ground. <br /> <br />Snowflakes are softly falling <br />The moonlight reflects their glow <br />Sparkling like crystal gems <br />As they blanket your grave below <br /> <br />Tearfully, I kneel and say a prayer <br />As I look at the sky above <br />Rest in peace, my darling <br />My one and only love…<br /><br />Eudora M.A.S.S.A.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forlorn-5/
