Donna McCord

Rookie (02/15/1951 / Alabama)

Mama's Little Garden - Poem by Donna McCord

My Mama’s little flowerbed had roses of all kinds
When I close my eyes I still see the red ones in my mind
As she gently cupped the flower with tender loving care
To inhale the sweet aroma that always lingered there.


My Mama’s little garden never failed to make her smile
She’d stand at the door to watch the humming birds a while
She’d hum “Tim McGraw” a country music tune she loved
As she tended to the roses that she was so proud of.


I know that she is tending to a heavenly garden now
And I know she’ll never tire or have sweat upon her brow
And I have the figurines of birds and bears she left behind
And the sweetest memories of Mama in the corners of my mind

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Comments about Mama's Little Garden by Donna McCord

  • Freshman - 968 Points C. P. Sharma (2/17/2010 6:59:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem penned with all sweet and soft motherly emotions. I loved it.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 1, 2008



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