In Your Garden
By tigerlilly
Each morning, I brush your hair, look through the window... tell you what I see there, in your garden... how it misses your tender love and care. The old tom cat you saved last winter, looks fat and sassy now... I tell you this, as I wash your face... then kiss your precious brow. The bird bath and the feeder, I tend to these things for you... we never know beforehand what trials life will bring us to. But one thing is as certain as crocus pushing through the sod... while we speak of your garden, Mama, we're both holding hands with God.all comments and critiques welcomed :) Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 03:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Each morning, I brush your hair,..."