I remember many summers
As a little Dublin girl
Being brought by my lovely parents
To this magical floral whirl.
Myself and my smaller brother
Together hand in hand
Tumbling down to hidden hollows
Laughing loudly as we'd land.
While Mam and Dad would beckon us
Into rambling walks and trails
With pops of colours and secret views
Our amazement never failed.
Little secret gardens.
Me being 'Alice in Wonderland'
Expecting 'Mad Hatter' to invite me to tea
With a cup and saucer in my hand.
On through the delicate Japanese gardens
With Azaleas, Magnolias and Cherry Blossoms.
Running to stop on an arched, vibrant red bridge.
Gazing at fish in the stream at the bottom.
And on our return once again
Oh I'd long to see that magnificent man.
Kneeling at home in his lake with powerful lungs
Blowing water sky-high, as only he can.
And I'd gaze off up in the distance
To the peak of the Sugarloaf Mountain
And wonder if it really tasted like it's name
While I heard the whoosh of a fountain.
These are all my memories of so long ago
As I'm now a middle aged gran.
My lovely dad passed away a few months ago
And decades, like a flash in a pan.
But Powerscourt Gardens were always a stable.
An escape to a fantasy world.
Imaginations of nature, all just for us
Whether adults, or little boys or girls.
And as I'm writing this poem it's a little bittersweet
For I can close my eyes in this very room
And remember the times with lovely dad long ago.
Us rambling through gardens in bloom.