She loved little children
But could never have any of her own-
I picture her now in gardens of cherubs
Tenderly twining her with silken ribbons;
Holding her hand, leading her down
To soft streams leading, to pastel towns.
He loved nature, and gardens, and dogs-
I imagine him discovering mountainous regions,
Like the one where he used to labor;
Deer and elk and wild turkeys galore,
With dogs at his heels and dogs at the fore
Leading wherever he might think, to go.
I used to think it sad that they
Didn't repose under grass and trees;
With beautiful leaves trailing around them,
With Winter behind and Summer before them.
But I think they are happy in worlds of mind
Where everyone is always kind.
When god is finished with my portrait here,
And deems it the time to stop, and clear
His tidy work tables, for a while-
I'll try to visit the fields where they
Repose- if I can find the way.
Breath taking work of art. Such exactness of gentle strokes to show this picture in the pastels and perhaps colors even diaphanous in hues most satisfying for the spirit eye.......... I love this great poetry painting Jim Troy
Patti, your poem start with a lovely flower bud who loves butterfly, and another part you tell about another branches in another direction and how it goes? slowly met at a stalk between a bud and the another branch, it create a strong relationship as a tree to see to heal what they can do together...in a piece of life...something she feels missed but i know she realised she was blessed...and I know too she will find the way :) _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful poetry, deserving a standing ovation. The images are so well worked out and full of heavenly feeling. I pray all of us find the way, fantastic.