Memory Garden

She'd always known that flowers regrew first after devastation

In the darkness, as she sat in the rubble and ruin,

Paying her reparation

The season turned and spring brought crimson clovers

Their rich pigment embodying how deeply she loves

Shortly after, morning glory followed

Their conceited vibrance a reminder of a world of colour

A while later, the poppies came, skirting the edges of the garden

Their haem told a story of passion that trespassed the mind's warden

Now the memory garden was complete

Done is the ruin

Now, into her fabric, into immortality, these flowers are sewn in

Written for the Memory Garden Cardigan

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