The Peace she used to offer...

the garden reminds me of my mother

she loves water, any kind, ponds or lake

she loves the scent of jasmine, pure and sweet

she loves the blossom of wild red apples

spring is her favourate time of the tear

as i prepare to buy her a botanical book

i remember the walks we used to take

around the great parks, gardens and forests

she's so perfect, so nice and so gentle

more caring than my father, definitely

and i so want to treasure our times together

once again take a beautiful walk and

this time holding hands together!