I have come to tend your garden, I know just what to do

I must cultivate the life you left behind as you passed through

I will keep it fresh and healthy and protect it from the weeds

I will separate the sorrow from the soil and plant your seeds

I will shelter it from insects, from thunder and from storms

Always newly watered, I will keep it safe and warm.



I have come to tend your garden, I will feed it every day

With words I should have spoken but never tried to say

I will shape a wide bright future from roots deep in the past

In hopes that what I know from you will be enough to make it last

I will guide the older blossoms upwards to the light

And at the end of every day, I will wish them all good night.



The flowers fill the vacant space

Where, in my hands, I held your face

Beneath my feet, where I had cried

The damp earth whispers how you died.

And in the morning 'neath the mist

The flowers bend toward your kiss

Shortly after they will rise

Toward the sky, toward your eyes.



I have come to tend your garden, forever I'll maintain

The growth of magic memories that spring from joy and pain

Warmed by recollection and watered by my tears

I gather fallen petals and hold on to those lost years

I will guide the growth of flowers, set in rows around the mark

Where your shadow traveled onward in its journey from the dark

Your spirit and your kindness I have promised I will save

As I sit and tend your garden and I weep beside your grave.