Memory Garden Cardigan

Memory Garden ~ a poem She'd always known that flowers regrew first after devastation In the darkness, as she sat in the rubble and ruin, Paying her reparation The season turned and spring brought crimson clovers Their rich pigment embodying how deeply she loves Shortly after, morning glory followed Their conceited vibrance a reminder of a world of colour A while later, the poppies came, skirting the edges of the garden Their haem told a story of passion that trespassed the mind's warden Now the memory garden was complete Done is the ruin Now, into her fabric, into immortality, these flowers are sewn in Material composition: 50% cotton 50% acrylic