oh, my garden

a poem

oh, my garden
how I’d break
to make you here, that home I'd make
a place for me to find my all 
healing wounds from my great fall
their special sight had borne a place

that thought was you, it felt of grace
despite my shame I wanted more 
for others ever proved the chore
they hadn’t been a bit of true
nor came to tame my blue with glue
not like you... that one who knew

my woman self 
she'd thrice been seen
you’d been the one to make her clean
for chance again to see your smile
I’d come to love my every mile
to live again and plant anew 

it was for her 
she was not you
my daughter loved our garden most 
she’d felt them too
our forward ghosts

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