Queen of the garden
The sun is setting in the sky,
I see the birds flying by,
The gods are sitting in the clouds,
I hear the biggest crowds shouting that you are lovely,
But they are not fond of the rain.
A flower needs sunlight,
A flower needs rain water,
To live, to be the queen of the garden
Written in for my Mother in 1998 when I was 7 following my father's passing
This poem is about:
My family