Every spring when I start gardening
In my flowers my thoughts go back
To the year that my dad died
While I work I start to lose track.
Sometimes I stop to rest and think
It was in March of 1996, you see
When I went out to his greenhouse
Oh my, just heart breaking to me.
All of things for growing he loved
But never, ever again will he
Plan and get the ground ready to
Build his gardens so meticulously.
So here I am in 2018 and once again
Thinking about my dad
Thanking God He gave me another year
For my life is not so bad!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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