Yesterday
By Silver Angel
Hair of silvered grey She slowly makes her way To her special garden spot Repeating over and over 'It's all I got' Hands frail and wrinkled But, oh how her eyes still twinkle A huge hat on her bowing head Working diligently planting roses of red Eyes very much filled with spark Working hard until it is dark Asking the wind to come in for tea To talk of the days of he and she Heart shining as bright as the sun Telling stories of her loved one 'He planted me a garden, Don't you know?' She says with her face all a glow Lips that tell nothing but truth Longing for the days of her youth A sigh for her earthly days are done A smile to say she's on her way to him, in heaven Written September 17th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 02:34 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Hair of silvered grey..."