Poem

"Mother's Garden"

My mother loved the flowers,

Each season brought new blooms.

With Joy she'd plant and till and weed,

It chased away her glooms.

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She knew the names of all she tended,

A master of her trade.

Her hands were strong and knew no wrong,

The Best God ever made.

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She tried to teach me all she knew,

But little did I care.

For if I needed flowers,

My mother would be there.

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My mother loved her Garden,

'Til Heaven she did go.

Where growing seasons never end,

And blooms don't fade, but grow.

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And I now Tend the flowers,

A love that's real and true.

For when I'm in my garden, Mom,

I'm closest there to you.

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written by Beverly Ann Batten Kandrick