She walks by the Garden at five everyday,
The same bouncy skipping with basket in hand,
To see her small Children just waiting to play.
Forgetting her Family she could never stand.

She walks by the Garden at five every week,
With her lip gloss matching her flowing dress.
Away from their petulant cries of geek.
In Their knowing comfort, she would confess.

She walks by the Garden at five every year
With her lover planted right next to her side.
No farewell from Fallow except from her dear.
No sign of liveliness unless They could hide.

She walked by the Garden at five one last time
Yet Wilting and Weeping is all she could find.