With Cora In The Memory

I walk the path, among the flowers

Where Cora Ellen passed the hours

Making sure whom e'er would come

Be given equilibrium.

Yet never notice that she be

A source of needed symmetry

Though I'm sure they'd realize

That the beauty went beyond the eyes

For few are gardeners of Cora's kind

Who cultivate the soul as well as mind.

And when they left serene they be

With Cora in the memory.

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Shirley Roberts's picture

Mike I just loved this poem.Reminds me of my grandmother or maybe even myself.Great write!

Melissa Rives's picture

Now this is a beautiful poem. I can just see her tending to the flowers, and the view that it must have given. This felt like a walk through the garden with her. Beautiful writing.