I sit and look at what once was a beautiful garden
Now barren, mostly dry soil and the odd green shoot
A reflection of what not so long ago
Were flourishing vegetables full of hope
My heart was opened with that garden started
And I remember the hours together we toiled
Taking pleasure in watching its growth
Just like our love began to take root
The many hours of watering and tending
Were like the times we sat sharing each other
Glancing once in a while at our little patch
As the roots took hold, so did our love
Fondly recalling being chased by a celery stick
A worm being the cause of such silliness
I now realise for anything to grow
It has challenges meant to be faced
I trampled very much like my cat
Although he on the garden and me,
On what I hoped would be my forever love
Heartless and insensitive I took a beautiful garden
And pulled it out root by root
Now left with an empty patch of sand
Much like my heart today
A spade sits now in the centre waiting for attention
A time will come, to take the handle of the spade
To toil new earth remembering to be gentle
To nurture the time it takes to build something beautiful
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