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
