Public Poetry. The Garden.

MY HUSBAND BUILT A GARDEN 
SMALL AND QUIET PLACE 
HE WORKED AND SLAVED FOR HOURS 
HIS PAIN SHOWED IN HIS FACE 
HE TOILED WITH LOVE AND LAUGHTER 
AND NEVER MOANED, (NOT MUCH) 
I WILL LOVE IT EVER AFTER 
FOR IT HAD HIS LOVING TOUCH 
IT’S NOT WHAT SOME WOULD YEARN FOR 
NOT STATELY GRAND OR ROYAL
BUT HE PLANTED GRASS
AND BUILT A WALL
AND FILLED IT UP WITH SOIL
HE BUILT A SMALL PAGODA
AND BOUGHT A LOVING SEAT
AND NOW THAT IT IS FINISHED
MY SPECIAL DREAMS COMPLETE.

Ann Glendinning.