Magical Garden

Grandma, when I awoke this morning
The sun was shining bright.
As I put the coffee on, I looked out
the window and saw not a cloud in sight
Outside the window
Beneath the Dogwood tree
The gazebo was empty
As I stared, memories flooded me
I filled my cup, moving slowly along
Outside to the flower garden
A bird was chirping merrily
So I stopped as to pardon.
Remembering the day the story was told
How the Dogwood was made to hold
This dying man from many years ago
I hear you telling me, "Look at its branches and know,
And feel what I tell you is so."
The branches are a broken body
The bloom is stained within
The death was for penalty of sin
The dogwoods are fully grown
The prettiest shade of pink
The flowers are blooming
As I sit in the gazebo to think.
So many colors before my eyes,
All the hard work that you did.
In this garden, I now reside
Is the place I also hid.
I know on a peaceful morning like this
Through all the space and time
There must be a heavenly bliss.
Wondering if you are watching
From one of the twinkles above
Smiling down upon me
Wishing me all your love.
THE END