She was curious

She was curious

After so many years

Nurturing a garden

Pouring her soul into the earth

Planting a seed

Watching it grow

A rock garden in the corner

Next to the water feature

Clematis pouring over the cedar wood pergola

He built

With the sweat of his own labour

Staining the ground

Along with the varnish

Poured the concrete

Laid the paving

Dug the hole for

The dwarf weeping willow

As a centre-piece.

She wanted to see how it looked

Jumping out of the car

Before it had stopped

Knocking on the door

He remembered painting.

The lady was very nice

She was so young

Had a dog and baby

Not necessarily

In that order

He thought she might be angry

But she was happy to let them in

There was nothing

Not even stumps

A little grass growing in clumps

In one corner

Even the clematis had gone

Everything paved over

Easier with the dog

It was summer

But it could have been anytime

Nothing grew

There was no colour

Other than on the clothesline

Tears were waiting to fall

He took her hand

They had seen it all

It is as he said

You should never go back

It is always disappointing