An empty weed-filled bed;
Passersby take little note.
A sneer,
A glance, and then, away;
Eyes quickly turn
From the rundown place.

An empty weed-filled bed...
One pair of eyes rest long;
Garden gaze into bygone days.
Faintest of smiles at remembered warmth,
Faithfully tended and carefully groomed,
Whilst prayers gently offered,
Life, graciously pondered,
In bountiful, beautiful, growing time
Rest heavy in the wistful mind.


A.D.W.   2009