Towering Angel

Towering Angel
(To my most loving and beautiful Aunt Jemma.)
How is your garden Jemma?
Is it grown to your liking?
A place; a palace; a postcard so far,
In Prescott; you
The hands locked together in gentle union,
A snapshot place once a memory,
Your eyes can tell, it calls from heaven,
Towering angel.
How is your garden jemma?
Has it grown to your imagination?
Come close and let your soul be filled,
From a child in a place remembering All,
Love and again; Attachment so real,
Again n’ again, like a Ferris wheel,
I cry when I see; a joyful allusion,
Love is the All of your spiritual destiny,
How is the garden Jemma?
I heard your love has spread?
With your journeys so clear of the Person,
You are,
You are the color in a flower,
The link in the tree that holds us so tight,
From all the loved ones who’ve passed in the night,
Who’s unlocked my deep memories,
Embracing your love was the greatest of All.