In The Garden of Our Making

In Celebration Of and In Memorium To ~ Toni-T

Dearest Lady

when there is poetry in my heart

you are there as the fibers of its spires,

you are the tendrils of firm care

that truly is, of root set deep.

Dearest Lady

you came into my life and

i, willingly made you part of me;

it is you as me, my pride of kindness

my forever, and always part.

Dearest Lady

it is you, my harmony-strength

my always one

who is, of root set deep

always my heart as poetry flows..