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Keeper of the Garden

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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