I will tend your garden
where friendships flowered
fragrant and strong
sown many yesterdays
but live on
in eternal blossom of memory.
I will tend your garden
in early morning mist
as gentle breezes
rush to greet me
with stories of you.
Your touch
caressed the earth
and gave birth
to your vision of beauty.
Your fingerprints are everywhere.
I will tend your garden.
Ken Owen. Van Niddy Press, April 2013
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