A crack in the tenement wall
I would disappear through,
come to this walled in garden
and play all day with you.
So many games and adventures to play
down by the cool waters.
Sitting hand in hand with you,
one of the Tsar’s many daughters.
The sun was honey in your hair
and the glimmer in your eye.
With you all was well,
I never had any need to cry.
As the sun fell I’d kiss your cheek
and go back through the wall
to the angry words and harsh things,
the corruption that held that life in thrall.
But I’d always return to you again,
and we grew as angels in the light.
Without a thought we’d nap in the sun,
as I held you so close and tight.
Yet even in our walled garden time did pass
and soldier’s of red did come.
Forced to know of the forbidden tree we were
by their cruelty’s bitter sum.
But I held close to you, I stayed near,
as the rifles were fired.
For being with you in the garden
had been all I ever desired.