Funeral Poems for Gardeners
In Soil’s Gentle Cradle In gardens where silence softly lies,Hands that once coaxed life from the earth,Now rest beneath the sky’s wide berth.Seeds of memory in every tear that dries.Trowels lay still, their work complete,Roses whisper not, yet speak in scent,A gardener’s legacy, lovingly lent,In blooms that bow in reverence, discreet.Leaves rustle, a soothing hymn…