Lady and Flowers

Grandma's Garden

Morning Glories, and Hollyhocks,
Lilacs and a Chestnut tree,
Bring rich memories back,
Of my old grandma and me.

How she loved to garden,
In her high shoes and long skirt,,
Sitting in the grass,
Digging in the moist, rich dirt.

She planted seeds of Marigolds,
And patted in Pansies in full bloom,
Put in some white and purple violets,
Wherever she could find some room.

From spring time through summer,
And into breezey Fall,
Grandma worked in her garden,
Fulfilling Mother Nature's urgent call.

Then came the time when she had to stop,
Her age had slowed her down,
She put a planter on her front porch,
And bought plants at a nursery in town.

It was with great wonder,
That I watched my grandma plant,
Amid the bees and butterflies,
And the summer birds sweet chant.

What great memories she left me,
Her love and faithfulness was true,
And now she's planting her gardens,
In heaven with God's special angel crew.

~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2005 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by Eva Young ]


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