Biographical Poetry posted July 2, 2014

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dedicated to my wonderful family after our daughters death

The Garden of life

by Eric1

Allow me to take you on a journey
A loving journey of our life
A journey that started many years ago
when you became my wife

But let me set this beautiful journey
In a place that we both treasure
I'll take your hand and lead you through
a garden to give you pleasure.

The gate is the start where we first met
more than fourty years ago
When my eyes glanced across at a gorgeous girl
and my love began to grow.

During our courtship we had our strife
at the open gate we tarried
but we strengthened our stems and walked right through
On the day that we got married.

We trod our path of different textures
the cobbles were our stormy seas
Flat flagstones were our calmer times
and on gravel we were ill at ease.

We travelled along our meandering path
planted shrubs along the way
Put in our bulbs and planted the seeds
and tended them day after day.

As years passed by the shrubs all matured
We watched them as they grew tall
They got so strong and began to spread
over winter spring summer and fall.

We erected our Greenhouses, built our walls
to keep our plants safe and sound
We nursed them till they were strong enough
To stand on their own firm ground.

Gazebos and pergolas reached up to the sky
all built by my own loving hand
You filled hanging baskets, planted more flowers
and we watched our garden expand.

The daffodils, tulips and bedding plants
all just came and went
But the shrubs were there year after year
surely money well spent.

Some years they would droop, not flower at all
but we nursed them with loving care
Next year they would be blooming again
raising their heads up to the air.

And from those shrubs tiny shoots grew
all different sizes and years
They bring us such pleasure, memories too
but some have brought us tears.

It wasn't always good, we had a beautiful
rose that faded and died
We knelt together on a camomile lawn
held hands together and cried.

When a beautiful rose dies you try to get on
with tending your other roses
You attempt to be strong and carry on as a bad
chapter in your life closes.

But you can't just replace a beautiful rose
it will never ever be the same
For the rose that you lost is the rose that you loved
a rose by any other name.

But as we grow older so will our garden
It'll mature just like us
We'll carry on tending the shrubs as they grow
give lots of love and little fuss.


As some of you may know, we lost our beautiful 24yr old Daughter Vickie to Leukaemia In December last year, we have three other children Mark 40, Sarah 38 and Gemma 30, we were all obviously devastated and still are, I wrote this three months later, it is about how strong my family have all been, they are the plants and the grandchildren are the shrubs.
But Vickie, well Vickie is the Rose that died, the Rose that cannot be replaced and we miss her dearly.

I know this poem has no true meter or flow, but forgive me that, It was written in tears from the heart.
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