Grandma’s Garden

More appropriately, it should have been titled, “My Sister’s Garden.” My sister, who happens to be a grandmother–even though, this also used to be, my grandmother’s home and garden–you get the idea.



 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

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Author: warturoadam77p

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

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