A Poem For Friday

Secret Garden

She watches the morning unfold,

A beautiful woman with a head of gold.

Sweet, sweet music reaches her ears,

Her sparkling eyes brim over with unshed tears.

She walks through her garden, so sad,

Birds serenade her and her heart is glad.

Blossom bounces to earth, no sound.

And baby buds burst their way up through the ground.

Sun shines, joining in the new day,

Lighting leaves on the dancing trees with each ray.

She pauses, stroking the statue,

Her silky hands shiver with the morning dew.

Goodbye my love, my garden dear,

She sighs, a last look. She knows her time is near.

She thanks God for her brief return,

Though her sacred garden she will always yearn.


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13 Responses to A Poem For Friday

  1. I don’t think she’ll yearn for too long, she’ll be going to a garden even more beautiful.

  2. This is very sad, Esther. Beautifully written.

  3. Jael Stevens says:

    Wow, great poem–AND I so love the quote…I’m 86-ing what hinders my flight 🙂

  4. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    ….SECRET and sacred garden!

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