Forever Gardens

She grows hearts in her garden,
a dozen a bunch, a sneeze and pardoned.
She grows hearts in her garden,
can’t be allergic there ain’t no pollen.
She grows hearts in her garden,
to gift at every parting.

So she says, “There isn’t an end,
these hearts, they keep coming.
As along as I live,
s’long I love,
and my heart’s always expanding.”

Here, she gone now,
a physical presence no more.
Yet her hearts live on,
spread all over,
releasing little love showers
each day, each hour.