Caring For Mom’s Garden
If flowers grow in heaven,
Lord, then pick a bunch for me.
Then place them in my mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love and miss her
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Mom, we’re loving and caring for your garden here.
I guess your favorites were the dogwoods and the azaleas.
Looking to the road.
Love your lily of the valley.
The view to our house from the road.
The back yard.
