The Constant Gardener

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 13 Sep 2013
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12 comments
 

 

It was Old Tom found her...

the one used to mow her lawn;

stiff as the spade beside her –

lying on a bench, she was,

by her favourite ferns

she’d finished planting, only

that day....her Osmunda Regalis

and her Woodwardia  Virginica.

 

Old Tom told her to go easy

but she’d never listen.  Her heart

was weak but her spirit – strong,

and don’t we all want to leave

something behind when we go,

if we’re honest with ourselves;

a son, a diary, a painting – so

our soul has somewhere to fly to

when we pass on?

 

All she wanted to do was to leave

her mark – something to say,

‘I was here – I did this’, long after

she’d given up on this life.  Old Tom

was wise and recognised he was

just the guy who cut her grass...

she – the gardener. What she did

was engineered to last.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by moonphish on

sad, but if one has to go, how wonderful to be among your loved ones

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, alvin.  Agree with you, hands down.

Have a lovely weekend;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by iDrew on

 

Beautifully bittersweet.

 

xDrew

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Drew

Tina;-)x

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Would that all all our passing was so sweet! Lovely work Tina,

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Linda. Pleased you thought so;-)  And yes, would that it could be.

Tina

 

Submitted by The royster on

Hi Tina,  I've made it to you at last.

I can see I am gong to enjoy your work.  This is really  excllent and what a lovely way to go.

Looking forward to more.   Roy

 

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My goodness, Roy, you have been busy this morning.  So pleased you're enjoying, and so very many thanks for taking the time and trouble to tell me;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by The royster on

I'm getting addicted to all of this.  There is much time to be spent reading lovely poetry.  See you again real soon.  Roy 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for reading, Roy, and I'm pleased you're enjoying;-)

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Tina,

This poem is so how I would like to end my days doing the things I like best. A peaceful way to shuffle off this mortal coil.  No pain...just slipping away but leaving a mark that shows I was once here.

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Me too, Moya...me too, with knobs on;-)

Tina