Poem -
emerald + daisied
Often I would help her
As a youngster
In the garden
dig gently around the plants
she'd say
while she mowed the grass
The other way
grass was emerald
And daisied
under my feet
Short yellow brutal
tearfully neat
Under hers
and I'd swear in that sunshine
To grow my grass long
to find me a man
Who wouldn't be gone
quite so soon
M ~
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Ooooh.... I love this! Yet another masterpiece from your golden pen and magic ink x
Thanks so much my friend X
Oh, dear. I'm sorry to hear that. Hope all will be okay xx
Hugs xx
Marriages are very different these days, that's for sure. Glad they are all in a better place now xx
A lawn is a splendid thing. Except for the mowing of the grass. Lovely Verse.
Very interesting… intriguing…Â
Splendid!Â
Thanks B... really appreciated... hugs to you and yours X
I first read this three ways .. and believe there may yet be others to come .. xx
I can only thank you for taking the time to read it at all Nev... my dad left when the 5 of us were young. Seems to be a pattern in my family. Strangely and happily both parents went on to marry life long partners. 🧡
Such imagery and emotion, don't settle for any man but the best one dearest Marion ❤️Â