Simple pleasuresPosted: April 5, 2018
Two years ago today I lost a very dear friend. Whenever I think of her – which is often – I think of her in her garden. She got the greatest pleasure from the simplest things. A flower growing between the cracks on her terrace. A patch of earth where she could plant something new. She loved nothing more than pottering in her garden, getting things to grow.
I wrote 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.
In memory of FH who passed away on 5th April, 2016.
May her memory be a blessing.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems