Family

Young were the days when my garden was bare.

My true love and I tendered the garden,

Giving rise to the wonderments of creation.

Suddenly our garden was bare no more

Our family is like a beautiful and rare flower

With 3 petals the likes have never been seen

Precious and delicate, purveying colours so vibrant it would make you cry

I stand back in awe, perplexed at how I don’t go insane with joy.

As time wears on I look back and I am grateful for the gift life has given me.

There is no greater gift that can be given that measures up to such value

I am truly blessed beyond the count of satisfaction.

So as the garden grows so does my heart, forever more.