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