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 )

