Walking at the Gardens
seeing twos strolling along
in winter sunshine
for a fleeting moment
I was tempted to despair–yet
I chose to thank God for
forty two years of being
loved and cherished.
I didn’t feel alone
anymore.

…where sorrow and joy take a seat together
Walking at the Gardens
seeing twos strolling along
in winter sunshine
for a fleeting moment
I was tempted to despair–yet
I chose to thank God for
forty two years of being
loved and cherished.
I didn’t feel alone
anymore.