Mother’s Day | Circa 1983
Mother’s Day | Circa 1983
I’d like to share a poem I wrote for my Mom back in 1983:
My Gardener
The gift of life can only be given by two
one is my father, and the other is you.
The times that are cherished and what we learn from each other
makes life a bit easier with you as my mother.
Indeed I had started as a seed, a part of a flower
I soaked up the sun and felt many a shower.
You as my gardener, you kept the soil soft
always bringing the sun in, no matter what the cost
and when there was less water and more pain
you took nature’s place and brought on the rain
The gardener doing her duty for the love of the seed
will be caring and giving, but firm. These traits she will need
Help the seed to grow, the gardener does year after year
Finally the blossom brings joy, or perhaps a tear
The gardener has experiences as the seed begins to grow
Sometimes we grow too fast, or even a bit too slow
But with you as my gardener, I have no need to worry
Life is too short to be lived in a hurry
Finally the time will come when the seed is fully grown
like a child will, the flower has blossomed and will face life on its own
I know that with you as my gardener I have much more to learn
I promise I will make you proud, a beautiful blossom you shall earn
And the garden goes on with a gardener tending the soil
Sometimes the gardener fails, and the plants may spoil
but you have not done this; you take care of your seeds
you keep in the sunshine and get rid of the weeds
Yes, I am a lucky flower with you as my gardener
You have helped me to grow, none would have tried harder
I am a very lucky person to have you for a mother
Thank-you, my gardener, I wouldn’t have chosen any other.
-from your loving daughter, Jayanne, Age 14
Feel free to use this poem or any version of it to send to your Mother.
Contact me if you’d like to personalize it, my Mother’s Day gift to you.
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