Mom's Heavenly Garden
survivor of the great depression
the worries she carried
she sought to hide
nurturing nature’s beauty
her garden was second
only to love for her children
roses, petunias, begonias
rainbow colors of God’s majesty
spanned ‘round our home
Mothers’ Day, decades after she passed
reading in my yard
her voice I heard clearly
“I love your begonias, dear”
startled at first, I looked around
her sweet face bloomed in the flowers
in her garden she lived
finding joy in each blossom bestowed by God
suitably, this is where she crossed over too
though her light left the Earthly realm
her face shines through the seams of heaven
bright star that graces the ebony sky
surely in heaven she praises our Lord
offering flowers in worship
to a Creator who knows her capacity for love
Written April 3, 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment