Linda’s Garden
Friendship is sometimes sisterhood.
We once had a lush garden, flowers don’t grow there anymore. Once pink carnations and roses, now only grass and weeds grow tall. The sun was once warm on my skin, only cold rain falls today. A beautiful sunrise smiled at me and, the sunset took it away. I see through the darkness, sparkling jewels winking at me. Daylight peeks at me once more, I see my stars have been set free. Taking a deep breath in some cool midn...