Garden Of Abuse

Why is this section named such? Some have asked me what abuse and a garden have in common. Years ago that title, Garden Of Abuse, came to my mind. It seems I was sitting outside looking at an untilled garden spot; nothing had been planted, nothing was sprouting. In my mind's eye, I began seeing faces of different people in my life - precious individuals who had been abused and hurt in different ways. Their smiling heads broke through the hard crusted soil, and beautiful floral arrays burst forth in many different fashions of color and design. A most glorious garden lay before me! When I began collecting the poems for this book, almost a third of them belonged to the chapter I knew had to be called "Garden Of Abuse."