Her Garden Of Flowers

A secret window housed over a garden 

Blossomed for this widow who's heart was hardened

Colorful Lillie's and red rosey flowers 

Refreshed with life now so bleakly tarnished 

Early May through December she took it the hardest

And plucked from its tender removing it's polish

A rose is a rose no matter regardless 

She watched down below from the top to bottom

Then the rain raged its midst all but thousand 

Thunder laid a kiss on house she had bought her 

All but this that was taken under water 

was box that had sit called her garden of flowers

Chelsea Rene Alford