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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most tender, most beautiful, Liilia, the solace of a garden.