It Can Be Done

Oh, it's hard to write of gardens
When you never see one… hard. . .
When you've only tin garages
In an ugly old back-yard.
And it's hard to sing of star-dust
On a lovely lilac-tree
Hard to weave in words beguiling
All the things you never see.
But it's hardest to keep smiling,
Smiling up at everyone
When your heart is heavy. . . heavy. . .
But I know it can be done.

-Madeleine Moschenross