I Like to Write Poems
Garden
We dig deep for lost love story.
Returning love memories to past great glory.
Soiled hands warms our hearts within.
Rebuilding our lives must now begin.
We hoe clear the paths to keep in line.
Watering soil prepared so fine.
Disguised distant figure standing alone.
Watching us work the soil and stone.
We sow the seeds they harvest the crop.
The growing weeds we must really stop.
Whatever we need, you and I will achieve
Working hard we roll up our sleeve.
We protect the shoots that slowly emerge.
Fence of road and encroaching verge.
One step at a time one moment alone.
Mother and child working fingers to bone.
We work every day to recreate lost love.
Our time together being watched from above.
Longing for that moment when our souls remould.
Looking at distant figure journey to unfold.
We tend the plants and guide the shoots.
To approaching sound of cautious boots.
Cutting and trimming dead wood out.
The heart awakens from a distant shout.
We shape and cut to look our best.
Cautious feet take a rest.
Sparkling eyes full of desire.
They deepen with passion as they admire.
We follow the path from the lonely sea.
Cooled by love lost for you and me.
One thorn at a time was buried so deep.
There forever our pain to keep.
They take their time one step first.
Hands held out we're fearing the worst.
A mothers protection for her child.
From near stranger who seems too mild.
They offer a hand to support the plant.
Trellises upright not on a slant.
Hands gripped together at lonely times.
While singing the child lullaby rhymes.
They protect and feed the growing roots.
Move the boulders for growing shoots.
One step at a time one moment alone.
Mother and child in safety zone.
They encourage good growth far and wide.
Show true love is the best guide.
Removing the thorns of lost love deep within.
Mother relaxes fearing nothing.
They watch as the plant reaches the sky.
Encouraging child to keep asking why.
Each answer making a new bloom.
Giving large thorns little room.
They admire the tree covered in flower.
More weeping red roses develop every hour.
The prickly vine kept at bay.
Allowing the child to have its say.
They offer a new love not replacing old.
Mother and child feeling bold.
Hearts still covered from rose petal long ago.
Hearts twist together as three seeds grow.
Our trees are in full bloom our garden to behold.
Our love spreading our story now told.
Our preparation done our seed bed steady.
Our child grown to plant seed when ready.
Yes sorry it's a weird one
We dig deep for lost love story.
Returning love memories to past great glory.
Soiled hands warms our hearts within.
Rebuilding our lives must now begin.
We hoe clear the paths to keep in line.
Watering soil prepared so fine.
Disguised distant figure standing alone.
Watching us work the soil and stone.
We sow the seeds they harvest the crop.
The growing weeds we must really stop.
Whatever we need, you and I will achieve
Working hard we roll up our sleeve.
We protect the shoots that slowly emerge.
Fence of road and encroaching verge.
One step at a time one moment alone.
Mother and child working fingers to bone.
We work every day to recreate lost love.
Our time together being watched from above.
Longing for that moment when our souls remould.
Looking at distant figure journey to unfold.
We tend the plants and guide the shoots.
To approaching sound of cautious boots.
Cutting and trimming dead wood out.
The heart awakens from a distant shout.
We shape and cut to look our best.
Cautious feet take a rest.
Sparkling eyes full of desire.
They deepen with passion as they admire.
We follow the path from the lonely sea.
Cooled by love lost for you and me.
One thorn at a time was buried so deep.
There forever our pain to keep.
They take their time one step first.
Hands held out we're fearing the worst.
A mothers protection for her child.
From near stranger who seems too mild.
They offer a hand to support the plant.
Trellises upright not on a slant.
Hands gripped together at lonely times.
While singing the child lullaby rhymes.
They protect and feed the growing roots.
Move the boulders for growing shoots.
One step at a time one moment alone.
Mother and child in safety zone.
They encourage good growth far and wide.
Show true love is the best guide.
Removing the thorns of lost love deep within.
Mother relaxes fearing nothing.
They watch as the plant reaches the sky.
Encouraging child to keep asking why.
Each answer making a new bloom.
Giving large thorns little room.
They admire the tree covered in flower.
More weeping red roses develop every hour.
The prickly vine kept at bay.
Allowing the child to have its say.
They offer a new love not replacing old.
Mother and child feeling bold.
Hearts still covered from rose petal long ago.
Hearts twist together as three seeds grow.
Our trees are in full bloom our garden to behold.
Our love spreading our story now told.
Our preparation done our seed bed steady.
Our child grown to plant seed when ready.
Yes sorry it's a weird one
