In London, there's a garden,
Behind a wooden gate;
I oft imagine you sitting there,
With the sunshine on your face.
The bees buzz in the jasmine-
The city seems remote
As the sun kisses the living leaves
And glints on a brass-plaqued quote.
Though, for now, you've stepped away,
I feel your presence near;
Around a bend in the garden path,
A whisper- "Heaven Shall Be Here."
|1946 - 2016|
❦Thank you ❦