She does to her garden flee
In all of life’s great moments
Beneath the glorious maple tree
To ponder her thoughts alone
Seeking out in her misery
The garden she calls "Home"
The hyacinth and daisy try
To lift her spirits up
The daffodil and the iris cry
"Don't drink that bitter cup!
But come to us, when you comfort need
Come tell us your great pain
Let your troubles be like a seed
That washes away in the rain"
Thus the garden spoke to her
In her moment of doubt
So she said "Let this garden be
What my life is about."
Dedicated to Great Gran. Arlene Loucille Anderson
Feb 1906- Sept 2007
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