by Ronnie Reese

Created on: August 06, 2009

Meeting the Grandmother I Never Knew

Grandma's Garden

I was nearly ten when my Daddy sent me

To get acquainted with Grandma under the old pine tree.

I'd never known her. When she died, I was three.

So, Dad sent me to weed under the evergreen tree.

As I walked toward the tree, weeds were all I could see,

But Dad said I'd see flowers out under the tree.

Chop, chop went my hoe on thistles and ivy,

Dig, dig went my shovel. My how weeds surely try me!

Away flew the brambles, the burrs, and the wild pea.

And then I saw tulips, roses, and a poppy.

"Whose garden is this?" I wondered. "Whose could it be?"

"It was planted by your Grandma before you were three."

I looked at the flowers and though I couldn't see-

The Grandma who planted them under the tree;

I could see in the garden her compassion and her beauty.

Taking care of her flowers- is now my life's duty.

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