To: bentfeather; All
My Mother's Garden
My mother kept a garden, a garden of the heart, She planted all the good things that gave my life its start
She turned me to the sunshine and encouraged me to dream, Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem
And when the winds and rain came, she protected me enough, But not too much because she knew I'd need to be strong and tough.
Her constant good example always taught me right from wrong; Markers for my pathway that will last a lifetime long.
I am my Mother's garden. I am her legacy- And I hope today she feels the love reflected back from me.
Author Unknown
617 posted on
05/09/2004 8:42:58 AM PDT by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: snippy_about_it
Oh thank you so much snippy, absolutely beautiful.
618 posted on
05/09/2004 8:45:13 AM PDT by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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