In the Garden of My True Love
- Simon Revere Mouer III

In the garden of my true love

With our daughters playing by

 

The lyrics of an old song

Blew in storm clouds roiling nigh

 

Memories of dreams long  dead

by betrayal, hate, and lie

 

Opened all the wounds of old

Caused my bleeding heart to cry

 

Then her gentle hands caressed me

As she soothed my heaving sigh

 

And the pain of loss was softened

By the raindrops from my eye

 

And all again was peaceful

Underneath the clearing sky

 

In the garden of my true love

With our daughters playing by

~

This is to my third wife, nearly 30 years younger than I.  It is the first poem I wrote in nearly 50 years and expresses the gratitude and love I have for her, and her calming influence on my sometimes troubled soul.