~In Memory Of ~
~My Dad~
~My Sister, Betty~
~My Mother-in-law, Opal~
My Garden
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The Good Lord walked into my garden last year
He selected a bloom that to me was so dear
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The flower He chose was a florist's delight
It sparkled and shone and made everything bright
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The one He picked
We can never replace
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It left my garden
With a big empty space
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I remember back when
My garden was new
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It was filled with flowers
That glistened with dew
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Now some of the flowers
Have been picked from above
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That once filled my life
With friendship and love
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Seven years ago the mullen
Stood stately and tall
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The leaves could be boiled
To treat a bad fall
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38 years ago the pink honeysuckle blossomed and twined
Along the stone wall on a sweet fragrant vine
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The coreopsis with its yellow brilliance
A year ago grew with its hardy resilience
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I miss these three flowers
That once brightened my day
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But I know they still bloom
In The Master's bouquet
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Copyright © 2000 Francina
All Rights Reserved
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