The Garden Song
The sun rose, the baby opened her eyes.
Mommy was there, stopping her cries.
She held her baby, touched her soft skin.
“Come child, outside we begin.”
And in the garden they would sing…
We water the flowers…
We pick the weeds…
We dig the dirt…
We plant the seeds…
We lay in the sun…
We feel the grass…
Mother and daughter…
We play and we laugh…
Years past, the baby grew to a girl.
She went off to school, and out to the world.
But she always returned, where mommy would wait.
“Come child, outside till it’s late.”
And in the garden they would sing…
We water the flowers …
We pick the weeds…
We dig the dirt…
We plant the seeds…
We lay in the sun…
We feel the grass…
Mother and daughter…
We play and we laugh…
Years past, the girl grew to a teen.
Wild and crazy like no one had seen!
But ever so often, away from her friends.
“Come child, let’s play once again.”
And in the garden they would sing…
We water the flowers…
We pick the weeds…
We dig the dirt…
We plant the seeds…
We lay in the sun…
We feel the grass…
Mother and daughter…
We play and we laugh…
Years past, mommy’s girl was all grown.
She went off to college, and left her small home.
She met a man, they started a life.
They traveled the world, she soon was a wife.
But she always returned, whenever she could.
To visit her mother, like a good girl should.
“I miss our playing, I miss your face,”
“Come, mommy, to our special place.”
And in the garden they would sing…
We water the flowers…
We pick the weeds…
We dig the dirt…
We plant the seeds…
We lay in the sun…
We feel the grass…
The family together…
We play and we laugh…
The End
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