MAMA'S GARDEN OF LIGHT

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    I wrote this the day after my mom went to be with the Lord.I have always been one to cheer others up even when I was down.So I wrote this for all my brothers and sisters to bring at least a little comfort.
    My mother loved her garden,she would spend hours in her yard planting flowers,roses her favorite & other greenery. Every time I went to my mamas house she would take me on a tour of her garden.There was always something new to show me.She didn't have much,but she had & loved her garden.So here is the poem that God put in my heart to share.

    MAMA'S GARDEN OF LIGHT

      MAMA'S GARDEN OF LIGHT

    The breeze blows so softly
    Even through the night.
    The roses blooming,standing tall
    In mama's garden of light.

    The roses open up to greet her
    As she passes by there way.
    Her wings brushes up against them
    As they gently sway.

    Mama has her fields of green
    The roses bloom,the robins sing.
    What a beautiful,beautiful sight
    In mama's garden of light.

    She takes great pride in her roses
    So God gave her a garden of her own.
    Mama's happily planting her roses
    In her new Heavenly home.

    Now we will weep,we will miss her
    Because she's not with us tonight.
    For she has gone to plant her children
    A ROSE IN MAMA'S GARDEN OF LIGHT.
                                    
                                                   By.Linda Knight

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    2hot4thedevil commented on MAMA'S GARDEN OF LIGHT

    09-28-2009

    This incorporates her love for gardens,the fact that she's now an angel and that she is planting a rose as a memorial up there just like we do here on earth
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    LindasLife

    09/28/2009

    Thank you for your comment.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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