Sincerely, Jennifer x

I grow white orchids,

under the sunlight,

that goes back and forth,

arriving,

leaving,

surrounded by poppies,

in the garden,

waiting for the day,

that they will surround me,

as I approach you,

glowing,

going towards heaven on earth,

You are watching me,

morning coffee,

keeps your hands warm,

until I return to them,

safe and smiling,

surrounded by beautiful birdsong,

watching our flowers thrive.