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 stand up 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.
~ Vincent Tripolone III
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Lovely Carol Anne. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re very welcome Di 💕
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Nice one C!
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Thanks, Cheryl 🥰
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I’d love a garden! Perhaps one day, when I’m rich! Don’t know when that’s going to be though 😁
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It sure is fun to have a garden 😊
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