Friday, April 8, 2011

Today is G


GRANDMA WAS A GARDENER
(guess you saw this one coming)

Gardens overflowed at my Grandma's place
her love of each flower showed on her face
in each she could see the beauty and grace
 she loved to see Sweet pea vines interlace 

Many a flower were fair by her growing
her delicate touch she was always bestowing
I learned much while her knowledge was showing
I hear her voice in the soft wind blowing

Advice she passed down when I was a child
into my memories they are filed
with old fashioned words soft and mild
the way that she looked as she cracked a smile

'A green thumb is grown like plants in the yard'
'to nurture and grow you have to work hard'
'of mite and snail you must keep guard
if not your flowers growth will retard'

although I pulled more than just weeds back then
it seemed never to raise her adrenalin
she'd put them in a bucket giving a grin
and her poor flowers were planted once again

Grandma was a gardener without a doubt
she knew each flower as they popped out
that's how my green thumb came about
she planted the seed, I am the sprout



Miss you Grandma !!
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B

8 comments:

  1. This is simply wonderful I could visualise what you wrote as I was reading. Well done.

    Yvonne,

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  2. Just beautiful. I could see it all in my mind as I read each line. Your grandma must have surely been a great gardener to have a grandaughter like you. I love it!!

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  3. Beautiful poem. It made me think of my grandparents garden. What a lovely tribute to your grandma.

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  4. Thank you so much Susie, I loved to play at my Grandma's place !

    Hi Sharon, its noce to see you here, thank you for coming over and reading !

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  5. What a wonderful poem! I love the sprout ending! :D

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  6. very wonderful poem yet again

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  7. Lovely poem. "I hear her voice in the soft wind blowing" moved me, made me think of my own grandma. Thank you. :)

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