Nanna, Nanna how do you?
Tend a garden like you do
Beauty emerges before our eyes
Designing creations that could win first prize
You begin with the foundation of our earth
Enriching the land, enhancing its worth
Tilling, fertilising and mulching the soil
No matter the hours, it never looks like toil
Next in goes the seedlings and seeds
Expertly positioned with grace and ease
Blessed they are the seeds you sow
Under your observation, they thrive and grow
Early in the morning you visit their beds
You rarely miss a morning; you’re not a sleepy head
Your garden is a poem blooming to be read
A never-ending story in which the soul is always fed
Alike a garden your soul grows on
An eternal, divine blessing; a perfect birthday song
Happy 94th Birthday Cherished Nanna
We thank the days
You’ve worked under the sun and flourished under its rays
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Michael D.
Ron
Sandie
Thanks,
Chris