Carolyn

Her spirits there where ever lilacs bloom

Listen to her voice on the sweet perfume

She is the breeze kissing your cheeks plume

Plants I hope whose roots reach into your tomb


Memories fertilize what my hands place

In the soil watered through saddened eyes

You had your ways you always said with grace

As you made things new as mornings sunrise


Growing in the garden of souls that touch

All  living things who respond and clutch

Onto the spirit of love a sweet crutch

That sustains, heals releasing when it’s such


The flowers chorus rises to heaven

On the wind your voice love and joy leaven