A Seat To Sit and Remember

The garden used to look spectacular With lawn trimmed and pattern made No old heads on the flowers These were removed as they were dead. The pool was always glistening, The sun reflected like a jewel You stopped to listen to the Robin singing Letting you know life is cool Nowadays it looks dishevelled Lawn not cut and pool not gleaming The garden tools are gathering dust In the old shed where they're leaning Since the last time that he used them Hands now gnarled and legs won't work Soon he will be taken for a short break A surprise for him awaits his return We close his eyes and lead him outside Sat him down on a freshly painted seat Said right open them now Tadcu* Your garden is back waiting for you to sit. Those old tools have done their work No longer will they gather dust Cos the family pulled together have hired a gardener that they trust. We left them heads together Planning how the garden will look Tadcu's*happy smiling face Sitting, remembering with his gardening book. * Tadcu - Grandfather