To know that you are near.

At times I think-I do not know
When flowers in my garden grow
They bloom when I am low

Is it to do with nature’s spirit
Graceful-elegant-standing tall
That claret rose will call

Or through life’s thistles-
in your warm embrace
you wrap me

For a moment bring me cheer
A smile-happy tear
A comfort just to know you’re near.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )