Violet was my Father’s sister
In honor of the colour of her eyes
Was our matriarch ever eagle eyed,
And the victim of our pranks.
Indigo Blues the music I loath,
Saffron Yellows enchant my garden
With hues so golden true
Scent of Citrus and Orange Blossoms
Fill the air so fresh, and lawns so green
Deep red, red roses every where
Mingling their haunting fragrance
Evergreens tall and majestic grew
Sentinels of the driveway leading to our home
The garden was always a riot of colour
And a sight of nature to behold
Jungle fowl and rabbit,
Moose and barking deer
Was all part of that garden
Finding refuge from the leopard
That prowled the boundaries
In search of easy prey.
The sweet scented nights
With sounds of chirping delights,
Those are the childhood memories
I savor, of our home of long ago.
The colours of a true rainbow
Were there marking their presence
In every nook and corner
Of my family home of long ago
Now I sit and ponder of
The value of such solitude
No home so splendorous and garden divine
Have I seen of late
That gave us pleasure so complete.
A perfect setting for the lot of us
Our childish voices ringing the air
With lots of nooks and crannies
To play our games and hide and seek
Many a worry and heartache
We bestowed upon my Aunt
When we all became silent,
Kept her a worrying and wondering
What pranks were plotted
To keep our silence,
In that magical garden of long ago.