"GLENDA'S GARDEN"

“Glenda’s Garden.”

-A Poem for My Late Fiend-

By Christina M Richards

A garden once grew up there,

Behind the gum tree canopy. 

A lot of people were not aware.

Glenda’s garden was a lovely inspiring sight,

She grew a Jacaranda, ferns, and a few flowers, bright.

To view it was a true delight.

Glenda always share da smoke with me,

One day when others would not, she gave me change to get the bus to the hospital,

I’ll never forget it; I could now start the O.T.P.*

Then one day nearly 18 months ago,

She fell ill and passed away the next morning.

But on her balcony, her garden continued to grow.

Every day I would stare,

Getting my inspiration from her plants.

With gratitude and love for her care.

As her life was boxed away,

And the garden was removed.

I shed tears when I noticed it was gone taken away . 

Even now when I lookup to see,

The empty barren landing,

I still think of She.  

It also gives me joy know your dog’s are with you,

How could they not follow,

They need to be where you are, with you. 

I imagine now as I walk in the sun,

What garden has she grown and begun, wherever she went.

I hope that after my time here is over that I meet her and see what her garden has become. 

Thanks Glenda, Rest In Peace my dear friend.   

*O. T. P is short for the Opiate Treatment Program. I did catch the bus to the doctors that afternoon and I am happy today because of Glenda’s change. I have now been clean from heroin and opiate pain killers for two years now. I was literally dying, and her change honestly saved my life!

8 is short for the Opiate Treatment Program. I did catch the bus to the doctors that afternoon and I am happy tosay because of Glenda’s change. I have now been clean from heroin and opiate pain killers for two years now. I was literally dying, and her change helped to save my life!