One Day

• Holly Sweeney, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Her garden is a bed where she plants favourite flowers,
Daisies, orchids and many more to spy,
My Grandma loves her nursery,
Memories of an anniversary,
We miss him, but his rose will never die.

Her garden is a memorial, for Grandpa, oh dear Grandpa,
Who passed away four weeks into the War,
The war is over now,
And her garden will allow,
His memory to continue on for ever more.

Her garden is a place of great sadness and remorse,
When she waters it each day, she will never pardon,
The war, it broke her heart
And tore her love apart,
Alone, it’s just Grandma and her garden.