The Rose Garden, Green Shadows Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

stepping from the rose garden

did children learn to weep thistles

was their dreaming impaired


did the roses call after them in despair

in their soft rose voices everywhere

were all the toys


broken at once.the porch swing; and my wistera...

oh did the villagers stare

and shoo them from thedoor for their disparity


then they slept out of doors

did the dream well run dry.

did their guardian angels cry


put on a show

with hand puppets

and show them where the berries grow


that they might not starve.

was day old day bread that hard

with pretend butter


I know but I'm not telling

or spelling it out for you


who don't so much care.

I would not on a dare

produce for you


the one crystal shoe.

sweet God who saw them through

but there is an answer somewhere.


to the hardness of heart

toward those in the dark


there is the riddle raveled

on the way from here to There

and roses, everywhere.


renewed


mary angela douglas 20 october 2019