This past week I’ve been thinking about friends and family. How some people stay with us all our lives, but others, no matter how much we care about them, move on and we loose contact with them.
When I wrote and published Friends in my Garden, the people in these poems were some of the friends I saw often enough that we could easily slot back into that relationship where the months and years don’t matter. Sadly, I have lost touch completely with Coriander and Free Spirit. Daisy is still around, somewhere, but I haven’t seen her for too long.
If you know where they are, I’d love to receive a message, perhaps a comment at the end of this posting.
When any of my poems apply to a friend or family member of yours, please feel free to pass them on. Friends in my Garden is meant for all of you who read my words and the poems are for you to share with your garden of friends.
She is my daisy
with face always smiling
and petals of pink or yellow or blue
wherever I need
a splash of colour
and warmth and fun,
I know she’ll be there
to cheer my heart
and nurture my soul.
Coriander reigns in my herb patch.
He’s quiet and a trifle contrary
tends to disappear when confronted.
Dreaming up dishes
tempting and delicious
his feathery appearance
adds a touch of artistry.
Friends regard him as
a culinary wonder.
smile bubbles bursting
in she flies
a flurry of welcome
her visit a sparkling surprise,
tales of the past are recounted
and fantasy flights foretold.
Autumn leaves tumble
She’ll soon fly away
and capturing hearts
for her spirit is joyous and free.