FriendshipPosted: April 26, 2016
Recently I lost a very dear friend. She was seldom happier than when she was in her garden.
I have written this poem for her.
As I walk round her garden
Frankie is with me
She is there in the whispering grass
And the poppies growing so free
Last year, I said, the earth was bare
And now the flowers have grown
Last year, she said, I was still here
But now you are alone
A robin came to say hello
We wanted him to stay
He sang a song and then was gone
Like me he’s flown away, she said
Like me he’s flown away.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems