THE SPLENDOR

The splendor of the morning
Brings back the memories
I faintly hear you calling
Hear your whisper in the breeze.

I can see you in the garden
Your skin glistening in the sun
You planted every flower
They’re now blooming one by one.

Sad and yet elated
By the joy the garden brings
I listen with an open heart
As the birds begin to sing.

I walk alone at sunset
The smell of roses in the air
It helps me to remember
Your gentle smile, your skin so fair.

The splendor of the morning
Brings back the memories
I faintly hear you calling
As you say “Good Night” to me.

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Image from Google Images: butlerlibrary.info

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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