Grandma's Garden

My grandma is gone,
and so is her garden.
Because grandma is not here
to guard it and play with it
the garden died, too.

But my grandma went to Heaven,
and so did her garden,
so that she can
guard it and play with it

by Aquarius Hildring

Comments (2)

Thank you, Sandra Fowler, for such a beautiful comment. I am 19 now, and I can't seem to find my old address to log in as 'Aquarius Hildring', the account I opened 2 years ago. I've only been logged in once in 2006, so now I made myself a new account. Thank you, again.
What a lovely poem. I am sure that your Grandma's garden is growing very well. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler