Dost Thou Remberest She? Poem by Lesley Merrin

Oh little dove so saddened
Thou looks upon like me
The garden left untended,
Dost thou rememberest She?

When the garden was alive
Tended so patiently
Oh little dove so saddened
Dost thou rememberest She?

Oh thrush thou came to call,
Just to look and see,
But no, she returnest not,
To tend her love of years.

Now all is calm and silent,
She bustles not about,
But nature continues without her,
Of that there is no doubt.

The bushes are abundant
With flowers bright and rough
Birds nest there safely
Shielded in the undergrowth.

Oh little dove so saddened,
Thou looks upon like me
The garden left untended
Dost thou rememberest She?