"A Mother's Garden"

A Poem from the Collective Works of Clara A. Treat

I have a lovely garden
I tend so carefully,
And every precious bloom
Means the world to me.

Each tender little blossom
Receives my loving care,
Another spot quite like it
You’ll not find anywhere.

For my garden is my dear ones,
My loving family,
And I’m the happiest gardener
When they’re gathered round my knee.

My bouquets are made of kisses
And shining little eyes,
T’would be hard to match their beauty
This side of Paradise.

True, my vases are quite empty,
But I don’t seem to care,
For more precious than mere flowers
Is the love that I find there.


Author's notes:
This poem was published in "The Best Poems and Poets of 2004"

I wrote this poem many years ago when my children were young. My family has always been the most important part of my life. Through the years, my garden has grown with many grandchildren and I have seen through them my legacy of love shining brightly. I hope that this poem will inspire generations to follow. To my family I say, "My love will be with you always and forever."