One’s ??? Seeds
Where
planted, years ago, in troubled soil,
A Garden,
overwhelmed by such turmoil.
Two Roses,
sprouted from these flawed seeds.
The Garden,
was unable to nourish their needs.
One Rose,
plagued by phobias, anxiety and fears.
The other,
a victim of life's weeds, a world of tears.
This
appointed Gardner, has tried to do his best.
Time
has left him feeling elapsed, laid to rest.
No longer
thought of as a family member ???
History,
no longer taking time to remember.
The winds
of time blowing the soil away.
No ground
upon which to stand and pray.
How
does One, cope ???
When
there seems little hope.
B. J. “A ” 2
August
27th, 2019
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