The Garden Of Frost Flowers Poem by Ranita Badudu

Too long, too long did thee linger
Eva, thou didst break thy promise
Back at home thy dear ones worry
Turn thy step back; Eva, hurry

Bitter blasts rush from the clear North
Frozen snow drifts form obstructions
Journey home is wearying, tiring
Lids close, prelude to oblivion

Rosy color fade from round cheeks
White as marble grow thy cold brow
All the while thy breath cease slowly,
No more thoughts of, 'Oh, if only! '

Sound of steps on Snow approach thee
Parents searching for their babe
They found thee, a marble image
In thy deathlike sleep, a shade

Father bore thee home in anguish
Mother chafes thy limbs and prays
They wait hours, minutes threescores
All in vain, thee'll rise no more

In a grave dug in the glen's slope
Art thou buried, dear Eva, while
From the rocks and hills around thee
Echoes fling sighs far and wide

But on long, cold Winter midnights
Tiny hands weave 'round thy grave
Frost wreaths, silv'ry flow'r-shaped rimes which
One would scatter on a bier