Image: ©️ Patrick Didisheim
Author: Leah Didisheim
The Nature in my grandma’s Garden always amazed me
There is this sense of Family
That you find in the grass, and in the flowers
And in the trees and in the hours
You arrive at the Gate
You hear the rocks crack under the wheels
The trees are still there
The walnuts are still left lifeless on the ground
In the summertime, you do not take the main door
You turn around the House
And smile at the pool on your right
You look at the hole that the tree left
He seems to say « I was the King here once »
And you turn again, and walk up the stairs.