Violet was my Father’s sister

In honor of the colour of her eyes

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 grow

Sentinels of the driveway to my home

The garden was always a riot of colour

And a sight of nature to behold

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