Ted Sheridan Poems
*a Devoted Gardener Of Love And Beauty
I looked upon her beauty as a flower
I hesitated to pinch her from her stem
Instead I planted myself next to her
Where I too have flourished in a sense…..
Dedicated to my wife
She speaks of the old me....
the me that was always
fun and kept her laughing for hours
the man with whom
she fell in love
the old me....
not this me....
The one she claims