Mother's Garden

How I love my mother's garden with roses so divine So many hours she poured there she had such a gentle mind Now the years have forgotten the care and love that she gave In the center of her garden is her tomb she had made Her beautiful garden overgrown and in decay With each step I am taking I see her garden of yesterday Trees pruned and trimmed flowers brighten the path Lovely and delightful ornamental blades of grass But it is her roses as large as a man's fist Their grandeur and beauty is what I marvel at best In the shade of the evening within a twinkle of a star's gleam I swear I see my mother gardening as if a dream The door on her tomb seems just open a bit I can see her solemn smile and honest labor's sweat Dear dear mother please forgive I have been away I've neglected my duty I just couldn't stay Time has been kind let me restore all you made But as she looked upon me my mother faded away The morning sun is rising her tomb door is tightly closed I enter and see her coffin center with a single new rose