Theme: Death


The Gardener looked at His Creation

And wanted flowers for an empty space

And then He glanced upon Earth

And saw your sweet, innocent face.

He reached out and wrapped His arms around you

And lifted you to rest

His garden must sure be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering

He could feel your pain

The lessons here had been learnt

He decided there wasn’t much left to gain. 

The journey was getting rough He saw

The mountains were hard to climb

So He lightly brushed His fingers across your weary eyelids

And whispered “Peace be thine”. 

It broke our hearts to lose you

But you didn’t go alone

The day God called your name

His angels took you home.


RIP my dear Nana. We will miss you.



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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you

01-Feb-2011 00:19 AM

Comment Oh...this is so touching; wonderfully penned. Now this is what is called poetry....something that makes one's shadow dance. Kudos

Ravinder Malhotra
31-Jan-2011 23:44 PM

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