Grandma’s Garden


 Something was
Always in bloom
Grandma’s garden
Was home
To angel statues
And gnomes
In early spring
Earliest crocus
Shoots of green
Pushed through snow
It was a magical thing

Grandma always
Had, time for
“Hows” and “whys”
Meandering paths
Went through
The middle
Picked colorful
Flower bouquets
When I was little
Grandma didn’t care
Butterflies, hummingbirds
Were always there

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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