My mother really loved her yard

It was beautiful to see

It didn't happen just by chance

She worked to make it be

She'd clean, and hoe, and rake the leaves

Then water and "baby" her trees

She saved the seeds from flowers each year

Though she had to be careful of 'bees'

She had a tendency to do too much

In her little bonnet of blue

But at "86" we couldn't slow her down

And she was on a walker too

She'd say "When I'm working in my yard

It's something I love to do

God gave me these hands to play in the dirt

So I can work in His garden too"

Now - I've planted her seeds in my yard

And I'm thrilled as I watch them grow

For with them, a part of her's with me

But she's happy in heaven

I know Praise God, I do know

And though I still miss her so very much

I thank God for the legacy of simple faith

And love of flowers and dirt

And God's promise that one day

We will be together again!

Written by Marie for her own Mother

Copyright (c) Marie Alexander 1997

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