Monday, May 14, 2012

Walking through a garden

Walking through a garden
By Mary K. Mennenga


That is now over grown
The signs of love can still be seen
The number of roses and colors planted
Surely there where bouquets of 
Fresh flowers throughout the home
Sharing the love
Of two hearts that beat as one
From spring to fall something is blooming
With loving hands it was made
One pair of hands has gone silence
Each year flowers bloom
Makes it easy to see
That love endures

5 comments:

Karen said...

Bittersweet.

kmilyun said...

Very touching. I can see the garden at my Grandmothers house as we moved her stuff out . ... and the rose garden where she and my Grandfather stood through the years.

Mary K. Mennenga said...

Karen, Yes it is!

kmilyun, Thank you, glad it brought back memories of your Grandparent's

kmilyun said...

Thank you for lovely writing.

Mary K. Mennenga said...

kmilyun, Your welcome and thank you! It's nice to know what you thought or feel about what I wrote.