I have a garden, a place I belong,
Where the sun rises and never goes home.
Where there’s no cloud hiding the sky
And where My Love turned into a storm his goodbye.
The promise he whispered was caught by the wind
And carried in the distance, across the battlefield.
Despite all of my flowers or how hard I prayed
I couldn’t keep My Love from going away.
If I am never My Love to see,
At least let his promise come back to me...
By now twas the season of the auburn leaves,
When the warm rays of the sun patted my knees
As I sat waiting in my garden to see
If My Love made his way back to me.
Twas then when the Zephyr carrier the word
That My Love’s cold body was deep in the mud.
My tears fell like the leaves from the trees
And I knew by Winter my heart would freeze.
I remember the Spring when we said our goodbyes
For the first time, this Autumn, I learned everything dies...
When his last letter fell in my lap
My eyes saw again the promise we swapped.
“No matter what, my darling, believe
Love stays with us; love never leaves.”
Only now could I read between the lines.
The promise he made was that Love never dies…
Author’s Note: This was inspired by the stories my grandfather used to tell about the time he was fighting in WW2. He had promised a girl from his village to marry her when he came home. Unlike many others, he did come back home, married his girl and eventually got to meet his children and grandchildren. The rhythm and feel of the poem were inspired by all the 70’ war & peace folk songs I used to listen to. This poem also has a melody in my head :) If only I knew how to play.