Have you ever thought how quickly the years roll on? Growing up I thought that being a kid was cool; […]
Have you ever thought how quickly the years roll on? Growing up I thought that being a kid was cool; […]
My earth bound roots supported my thrust into the sky;
There I stood majestic til the forester came by.
His arm with lethal weapon brought me crashing down,
To cut me up and shape me for planks to grace the town
This might of forest beauty now holds their garden beds,
There’s a place of quiet beauty
fragrant and so green
it’s my ever growing garden
spectacular view and scene
A place where time stands still
of mauve and red and white
leaves uncurling, daisies winking
palms dancing in the light
The garden is a treasure trovel
My best work in the garden
is my wall
a tower to heaven; a bridge of wood; a magic stronghold
This thing of beauty grew from the ground
my hands and tools shaped its form,
digging, sleepers, concrete and screws
a spirit level and crushed stone
You scared me when you were sick
So pale and tired in your bed
your cheeks without sunshine
your smile without beauty
Don’t leave me yet
Life seems too unfair without you
You are my mum
the one who knows me
Pink is so sweet the colour of my slippers
Golden honey hair on my Barbie
Milky white and perfect skin
Red the richness of a gem
Azure blue the depth of ocean deep
Lush green strands of knitted wool
Chocolate the flavour of ice cream
Black the darkest cave within
This is my wish for you daughter dear
a life of happiness but not without a tear
Courage to face the hard road ahead
A chance to find love and maybe wed
a special friend who shares your joy
and one day perhaps a baby boy
times may be rough along the way
Hold fast to your dreams every day
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