GARDEN POEM

Sun, please kiss this village garden
in this, its birthing hour,
perhaps to help a torn world
heal and even flower.

Then let's remember parents
and old friends now departed
with blooms that will remind us
of love that's open-hearted.

 June 2009

 



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