there is a place
my steps and mind retrace
where the wisteria blooms
weeping and joy encompass each bloom
cascading memories of one gone to soon
where the wisteria blooms
the beauty, the fragrance remind me of you
spring gives way to summer... the splendor is through
where the wisteria blooms
autumn... winter... the loveliness concealed
alas spring is nigh... hope is revealed
where the wisteria blooms
a sign of comfort from heaven above
warms my broken-heart with each purple bud
where the wisteria blooms
poem by Bernie Rosage, Jr.,
written September 14, 1998,
in memory of my baby sister, Kristi.
COPYRIGHT 1998
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