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The Garden

I never met him
But I'm glad that he lived once
A boy who died
And was remembered
With a garden

There's a little pool
Full of darting fishes
We put in our hands
Turned pale as ghosts

Walls carved like fossils
Painted ice-cream colours
Set with bright shards
Of candy striped glass

But just for today
We shut our eyes
To remember
And wonder how
It feels to die
So young and
Full of Life

15 Comments:

Blogger Pecos Blue said...

The garden is very effective then and a good place to reflect.

7:22 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

My mentor has said that to me a long time ago :"No one died if someone remember him.". I believe in that. I read it with some trouble in my part of the world. I hope all goes good in your part. I believe in tomorrow because tomorrow is an other day. A day of hope and light if we want.

Thanks to make me remember it. A kiss and a thought for you. Thanks for all. Take care of yourself ray of light.

9:06 PM  
Blogger Paperslut said...

The last verse is brilliant. Its like the perfect ending to a movie scene where its raining and people are wondering where all the umbrellas went.. :)

9:58 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

What a sweet poem of remembrance.

You talked of life and longing and a slight bit of curiosity about the inevitable which might possibly be interesting too, since it could happened to a boy.

Touching, kind, and beautiful.

4:24 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

movingly written- but somehow i can't associate pathos with you

6:31 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Ahh the garden is but a living thing! Flowers bloom and the grass smells fresh, surely the lil boy lives in all of them :))

6:56 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Pecos welcome gardens have a special magic but I was struck by how children accept that which I as an adult find much harder

Caba I was once told that you could measure a man or women souly by how much they were loved by others, I hope things calm down where you are, there is too much anger and sadness in the world

Wonderwall, I know what you mean but I think it's something that suddenly hits you when you're a child, that you won't live forever and it's a shock


Q netee thank-you I'm glad you enjoyed it, it's something I wrote a long time ago when I had heard that it had happened. My children were a similar age so it touched me deeply

Shubhodeep I think it is because I'm a mother, it changes lots of prespectives

Pins yes I think we do live on in the hearts of those who love us and if that love is nurtured in a garden then he lives on there

7:40 PM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Although gardens show new life and therefore a way of remembering and moving on, tears sting my eyes as I read this. My oldest is home safely from college for Thanksgiving, yet I think of others not so fortunate (even before your poem.)

Young life cut short is one of those life lessons that will forever chill me. I like the simplicity and strongness of your poem. I can easily see why you write for children.
SilvermOOn (aka Green-Eyed Lady)

6:56 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Haunting poem. Well written.

12:49 PM  
Blogger Free Spirit said...

I like this poem so much. It touches something inside of me. Something I almost forgot.

You have made my garden grow today.

2:20 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Green eyed lady thank-you for your kind words as they grow up it gets harder to know that peace of mind you had when they were little

A great to hear from you

Free spirit, I'm glad I made your garden grow

5:46 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

My biggest fear is that one of my kids should die before me and with my son about to go off to Iraq it is a thought never far from my mind.
great poem Sue with a genius last verse!

8:45 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

JUST GETTING THE 13 OUT OF THE WAY

9:07 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

CJ I don't know what to say, as if anything could make you feel better about something so hard to live through. I don't know how I would cope with something like that, I suppose you have no choice and that is all.

9:11 PM  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

Wow! This is lovely. I love the little images that you create in the poem. :-)

Cheers

Dan

3:53 PM  

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