Keeper of the Garden
This used to be a garden
A sunny, happy place
Where someone pruned and planted, with a smile on her face.
I remember Hanna’s patience and all the love she gave
I remember Hanna’s laughter, as I passed and gave a wave.
A gentle rain would fall
The wind would softly blow
And that’s what made the garden a place where things would grow.
Now, the keeper of the garden must rest her weary back
For time has taken over, the weeds are growing fast
She pulls the covers close and dreams of flowers past.