She's planting out her window box

She's planting out her window box Young shoots are showing through She thinks about the Springtime And the garden she once knew There were primroses and daffodils Sweet violets white and blue She thinks about her husband And when their love was new Buds and blooms open up They scent and colour Summer long She thinks about those happy days When they were young and strong Sunset's falling sooner now Petals drop, the show is done She gathers up her Winter shawl Prepares for what’s to come

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