The Enchanted Garden
by M. Renee Taylor
By day she tends the enchanted garden,
As his spirit hovers near,
And once again her heart knows peace and love,
Instead of weariness or tears.
Wind and sun upon her face,
Working in the rhythm of this place,
She creates this prayerful space,
A bridge for eternity to trace.
To heal herself and honor his life,
She inspires rich colors in stately roses to bloom,
And plans even more, hoping there’s room,
Far from the outside world’s strife.
Birds and butterflies and bees gently pass her by.
Neighbors, that life with her do share this precious home,
That love has built, where time stands still,
From which she gains her strength and so shall ne’re long roam.
As she nightly passes out her garden gate,
His lamppost’s warm glow,
Falls softly on the roses below,
A beacon and a symbol of their time together, a memento.