In The Garden

In the garden she sits,

Cane in her hand,

Mouth creased to a smile

Eyes soft with memories,

Of the days long gone.

The leaves growing round her,

Vines tangled to an arch,

They were once not there,

Only she knows when.

In the garden she sits,

Watching grandchildren come and go,

They laugh, and they play,

Watching her only age.

The flowers surround her,

Lilies, bottle brush and wattle,

At home once again,

She'll never leave this place.

In the garden she lays,

At last here forever,

Her children care for the garden.

Remembering her love for them.