I am a gardener. Years ago I stumbled across these two simple poems that beautifully describe the sweet relationships between a woman tending her garden and a mother tending her children.
I walked in a garden
Where loving hands had wrought – –
She could not have known
As she toiled there tirelessly,
That I would come today
Despairing, lonely and afraid,
And that her garden would restore
My peace of mind,
And give me hope and faith.
I walked in her garden today
And tonight – – I thank God for her
Who toiled there tirelessly.
O.R.W.
April 22, 1940
Found at Cheekwood, Nashville, Tennessee
A Mother is a Gardener
Planting
The seeds of
Faith,
Truth,
And Love
That develop
into the
fairest
flowers of
character,
virtue,
& happiness
In the lives of
her children.
J. Harold Gwynne
A Blackberry Lily
