Sunday, June 20, 2010

My gardener, my love

Will plant
My roots deep
In your garden
Trusting you to care
For the weeds that may grow
Even in sheltered places
Pain may catch a ride on the winds
Scattering the tears in its wake
It is then that I will need your sunshine

1 comment:

  1. I became lost in this poem as my childhood flashed through my mind, so I read it again... Very creative writing...

    Check this blog out,
    "The poem I'm mad at you", I thought was cleaver, naughty and sometimes true...