Her Garden Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Her garden was her poem
her garden was her song
she tended it with caring
each day and all day long

Her life had seen much heartache
but God her days prolonged
so she could grow a garden
as old age crept along

There were so many roses
vines thick and green and strong
they were her joy and comfort
on days when things went wrong

Her garden was her poem
her garden was her song
she tended it with caring
each day and all day long.