Such gardens, in the spring as the frost lifts,
Sunshine and warmth, fine scents adrift.
With shades of gold as the sun's own kiss,
Upon my smile as such memory is bliss.
When the winter comes, as darkness..
Your still that shine, as a havest moon,
A twinkling star, its light and warmth no less.
In memory of you as always your best.
Seasons change, such as life it will be,
In our times we live to blossom free..
A butterfly from its cocoon, or bud to rose.
Through our life, such are we to grow.
Love not ending as we pass on by,
Like the dafodils in spring multiply.
And in our hearts, our very soul,
Even in sunshine, you did not die.
Nor am I alone.
~Opal~
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