Garden

In the house i couldn’t find you

but i knew just where to go to.

I a garden, there is always work,

you’d tell me with a smirk.

You knew every plant,

and i could always come to you to rant.

You listened to your daughter,

and the plants did get some water.

The garden was your space,

and for me it was our place.

The hedgehog, who lived there,

was under our care.

He came out at night,

and sometimes even into the light.

And even our dog knew

that he belonged to us two.

In the summer you grew

food for us, too.

I did then cook

something from my book.

And i did bake,

sometimes even your favorite apple cake.

We had so much food in the end

that we could have invited a friend.

Sometimes we did

and i have to admit.

Those were my favorite nights,

with food and wine and lights.

All because of your hard work

that you would do with a smirk.