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.


For Hanna


About maggiemyklebust

I grew up on the Jersey Shore and now live in Norway. I have also lived in Houston and the Netherlands. I have written a memoir called Fly Away Home.

Posted on May 14, 2013, in writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Sylvia Rabin

    Love it, Maggie!

  2. itsallaboutpurple

    oh thats beautiful maggie!! is there a hanna?? would you be able to help her??

    i adore the name hanna!! had i had a girl, it would have been hanna or mikala

  3. “She pulls the covers close and dreams of flowers past.”

    We need poetry to make sense of who we are. These words resonate within us all. Thank you for sharing.

  4. This is just beautiful, Maggie.

  5. Very beautiful… in a VERY sad way! Thanks Maggie!

  6. I’m not sure if this is in honour of a real person, but it’s a really lovely passage and I’m pleased you shared it. 🙂

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