What He Missed

 I walked amongst a garden

And listened as he lamented

The years he didn't see the beauty

The years she grew flowers

He thought were a waste

He never took the time

To really see her

To walk amongst her flowers

And enjoy

And now she was gone

It was too late

And every week we walked

In glory

In color and scent and delight

And he softened

As one does in a garden

And grew closer to heaven

To one day enter in