Alone Again Poem by Diana van den Berg

She turned soft-away,
with -goodbye sadness
and wandered into her welcome-back garden
and drew the flowers and trees
tightly around her shoulders.
This is how
she likes it best,
comfort-alone
with her thoughts
and her friend-warm garden
and her whispering forest
and the birds, serenade-joyous
and the butterflies rainbow-happy
and her Guardian Angel animals heart-close
and their cloud messages exuberant
and her Earth animals closer
and her soul-smile contentment,
and her courage to conquer or embrace whatever happens to her,
and most of all,
her precious, precious freedom and independence.

(19 May 2011)