HER GARDEN IN THE SKY

I knew a girl when I was young

who had a disease I couldn’t pronounce.

She visited my memory recently

so part of our story...I’ll recount.

When the sun was up, her parents had no choice,

they had to keep her in,

for any exposure to the sun

would cause lesions on her skin.

So I would visit her at night

It was a special time of ours.

We would laugh and sing and play

and picnic under the stars.

But they were never stars to her.

She saw through a different set of eyes.

The moon became her sun

and the stars...her garden in the sky.

And she loved to play under those stars

and watch her garden grow.

She’d say, “I have the only garden in the universe

where flowers actually glow!”

She died at much too early an age…

when I think of her I still cry...

and I hope my tears float up to her in heaven

and water her garden in the sky.