Memories in a garden sold

I see her now, perfect style
Forever on her lips a welcome smile
Laughter in those sparkling eyes
Never showing envy or despise.

A listening ear to neighbours woes
An open door that never closed
Calm and settled under pressure
Memories I’ll always treasure.

A house, a home, a story tell
Laughter echoes within its shell
Roses bow in reverence
To her gracious excellence.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

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