My "Lillie"
The garden is overgrown
The blooms are growing wild
They are missing the sweet lady
I remember as a child
She would lovingly water
Each and every stem
As she pruned her pretty flowers
She would talk and sing to them
As she nurtured her garden
She was ministering to us
She was showing how to have grace
To live in peace and without a fuss
Keep life simple and with Jesus
Share lots of hugs and a smile
As she tended to her flowers
She taught us lessons all the while
When I smell the sweet gardenias
Or see a lovely lily shine
I think of my grandmother
And I’m so thankful she was mine
Through her grace and kindness
She taught me more than she could know
I wonder, as she watered flowers,
If she knew she helped me grow
I miss walking through her gardens
And seeing her praying on her knees
She was a lily robed in glory
And her spirit blooms in me
By Marcy Paulk Bonnette
May 20, 2018
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