Our Garden

I remember we spent much time relaxing in our garden, sitting in the gazebo, holding hands like young lovers, admiring the beautiful flowers of spring and summer. The sun’s warmth and sweet air comforted you, even as our time together shortened as you weakened with age and illness.

You are gone now, my love – but I still visit our garden and think of you, for your green fingers turned the dark earth into luscious life. You brought beauty into existence with your hands.

I will always have our beautiful garden, our special place, where you were happy and mine.