I remember you in the garden
and I grieved for you in the garden
but I left my grief there to grow.
I will pick it like a flower
and hold it close.
Let myself feel
and remember
and love
and cry.
I remember you in the garden
and I grieved for you in the garden
but I left my grief there to grow.
I will pick it like a flower
and hold it close.
Let myself feel
and remember
and love
and cry.
Lovely and tender piece of writing. I shared it here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/06/01/nanna-purpldragon-dragonition/
full credit fully given. 🙂 Thanks for posting
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Thank you so much
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Reminds me of my nana (I called her Mamaw). She was a gardening lady, too.
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Thank you
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