Garden For My Granddad
a new flower,
a new bird,
another step,
a new word.
he’s seen them,
he has seen them all,
he was there in summer,
and there in fall.
he make sure it looks beautiful,
it is his pride,
he watches us,
and with laughter he cried.
he helped them bloom,
made them color,
cherished there smiles,
and defiantly made them fuller.
he did his best,
but he has not stopped,
he will never rest,
until they have fully flowered.
Thank-you granddad
I love you
Lisa
10th April 2014
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
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Sent by MuchLoved on 10/04/2014