(to my mom)
Walking through your garden feeling so proud,
Looks like heaven, makes your heart race loud!
All the badd thoughts flow from your mind
Is all you have left are the ones that are kind.
Can't wait to plant again next year all those wonderful garen surprises will you have you grinning from ear to ear.
You walk out of your garden with one trace
The trace that is left apon you face.
