Le Petit Jardin

A short poem about an old woman's garden.

A little Garden
Abandoned, It flourished
Wild flowers grew,
Dancing around her chain link fence
And painting it with splashes of color.
In the past, it was a tended garden
Sweet tulips grew neatly in a patch
For the old woman who loved them.

Now, she is gone.

Little tulips invited dancing daises
and winding vines and singing sunflowers
Full of life, they grow
In memory of the one who loved them most.