A grandmother's garden
Is quite a special thing
For time spent among its flowers
Pleasure and joy will bring
By day she tends her garden
With the tenderest love and care
At night before she sleeps
Her garden is bathed in prayer
Ther are no unwanted weeds
In this garden dear
And its size always grows and grows
With every passing year
The plants within this garden
Will bloom for quite a while
For you see each precious plant
Is a very loved grandchild.
This was originally written on April 9, 2006 for a very dear friend, Virginia. I then printed it and gave it to my Granny Sizemore. I read the poem from her copy at her graveside service in February 2008.
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