My Grandmother's Garden

This is dedicated to my deceased grandmother Milly

 She was the goddess of her beautiful garden

 

 She loved all she knew and never condemned

 When times got tough she didn't ever even bend

 She was there with everyone to the very end

 

 

In my grandmother's garden I felt forever fine

In her beautiful garden I saw her divine designs

She planted seeds of love and life for all to find

Even when you failed she didn't ever seem to mind

 

 She was the goddess of her beautiful garden

 She loved all she knew and never condemned

 When times got tough she didn't ever even bend

 She was there with everyone  to the very end

 

She encouraged us to laugh, love and grow

She loved those caught in life's ugly undertow

We learned to love nature and to go with the flow

These were the precious seeds she knew how to sow

 

 She was the goddess of her beautiful garden

 She loved all she knew and never condemned

 When times got tough she didn't ever even bend

 She was there with everyone to the very end

 

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

A lovely ode to your grandma. I never see young people planting gardens anymore--always, without fail, it is a grey-haired, bent-back old person who is lovingly, diligently, pulling the weeds and harvesting the squash. A lost art now--growing a garden, but what a shame.