Garden Of Memories

In my home there are memories
which I keep inside a journal
Something I started
many years ago.

My life and all its labor spent
Shows bits and pieces on my face
As I raise each new morning
The scars not to be erased.

As you see there's a garden
and with it comes some weeds.
I weed them out-- but always
They never seem to leave.

But now as I am getting frail.
I see the good and bad along the way
And I see--
I can't have the blossoms without the pain.

So I count it all blessings.
As I read each line.
My entire life comes alive.
And everything was worth my time.

Cause I have made a Garden of Memories.
Flowers and weeds
Planted good and bad seed
But for my harvest?
I am well please.

Written by Janet Ford 2004

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