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A Morning Tear
by Peggie EngStumbled from my bed, a horrible feeling in my head
My day to start a queesy feeling in my heart
As I brewed my morning tea a pall fell over me
Tea in hand, I strolled to my garden for some comfort nature
always gives
I survey my friends, beautiful roses with fragrant faces bent
Alabaster gardenias in full glorious bloom
Still overtaken by my gloom
I know I will have to leave another garden that I have nurtured
and another love
I will leave behind a trace of myself in a yellow bloom
moisten by a morning tear
04/17/2011
Author's Note: I will never forget natures beauty of each memorable garden
of love
Posted on 04/18/2011
Copyright © 2025 Peggie Eng
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by James Blaylock on 04/18/11 at 07:36 AM This is so very true. Whenever I was younger I helped in many gardens: tilling the soil, planting seeds galore, watering all the time, and finally picking the ripeness. And I know small bits of myself remain planeted in all of those places. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/20/15 at 02:03 PM I sense this is not about a garden at all, but something quite to do with love moving as the tides will, ebb and flow and with the flow arrives the joy, with the ebb, sorrow. |
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