My Poems from June 2001
My Mother's Garden
I am my Mother's garden
Which she tended all my youth.
She hoed and raked and watered
The seeds she sowed of Truth.
But now is the time for her watching
(She has done all the work she can do)
To see what will come of her garden
When the time of waiting is through.
She knows that she has this good promise:
If you raise up a child in the way …
Though Life's twists and turns may cause anguish
She will smile in the dawn of that Day.
For the garden she cherishes still,
And the others for whom she has fought,
Will by faith be restored in their bloom,
Bound to everything good she has taught.
June 10, 2001