Mikaela Castledine #15 shall we?

shall we go into the garden
where the wind is blowing
and all the little flower topped plants
bow down
and all the bushes ruffle

I will hold your hand
and we'll go into the garden
and I will tuck away the added burden
of your hair blown in your face
and cover your arms with mine
because it feels cold to you
and sing you old songs
until in time
your lips move just a little

let's go into the garden
through the morning propped door
where the rosemary is hand high
and planted for remembrance
we'll sit on the bolted bench
and smile into the sun