I wrote this poem for my dad on his 80th birthday, I found it among his papers.
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I see you kneeling as if in prayer The sun is shining on your silver hair working the soil with a packet of seeds and watching each sprout for special needs I think of another garden that you have grown. The seeds of love that you have sown. It was not always an easy task Making a garden built to last. You tended it with gentle kindness sometimes with a single mindedness always with a loving loving hand your attentions always in demand. You Never wavered in your care, and as each one of us grew you were there. To brace us up in blowing winds To help us as our lives began. We were planted on good ground and we came from sturdy stock It shows today in our lives in the way we walk and talk. We have now grown to full bloom Each of us with gardens of our own. The seedlings of your love are still bursting from your home. You've shown us how to raise these children at your feet You feed them laughter water with tears your care for them always hiding your fears. You sow them in a garden of love and as God smiles from above A flowering abundance of life they will reach and the secret of your garden to their own they will teach And as as they plant gardens of their own They will never forget grandpa Or the love That you have sown. |