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My Father’s Garden

Posted by margaretpeterson - February 28th, 2016


Double Classic Day Lily – The Tyler Garden



My father loved his garden well,

My mother loved it, too.

All the colors of loveliness

Were in the flowers he grew.


Mother would take my hand and we

Would view the flowery site.

Gladiolas, a stately flower,

Was father’s deepest delight.


As years went by he added others,

Roses, cosmos, too,

Morning Glories, hollyhocks,

Forget-Me-Nots of blue.


He graced the earth with untold beauty

It lingers in my mind;

In growing flowers of my own

It’s shades of him, I find.