She has magic in her heart, in her soul, in her eyes, in her love for all
The touch of her words showering happiness
In the inner most being of the animate and inanimate
She is God's special child, his light
mothers garden
those beautiful flowers whose soft heady scent gives me raptures of joy, are no more to be seen.
always in my minds eye i behold, mothers garden, as a child, see my lovely scented sweet peas, in a long latticed row, stretched,
She has magic in her heart, in her soul, in her eyes, in her love for all
The touch of her words showering happiness
In the inner most being of the animate and inanimate
She is God's special child, his light