The laughing leaves sway sweetly
For even mysterious visitors bring loveliness
I remember the way my grandmother
Liked to cut flowers from her garden
And the sweet smell of the roses
A barking dog and spraying sprinkler
I ran around and around in circles
I remember the tall tall rose bushes
They reached to the sky and sang songs
Of beauty, it was a forest of blush pink and red
Feeling dirt underneath my fingernails
The sun warms each and every moment of me
I remember sticky toffee pudding and how
I thought my grandmother was made of light
Soft back rubs and tender pinches to my cheeks
A garden where every possibility seemed at hand
And it never grew boring or tiresome in the afternoon sun
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