Green Grass Of Home

You don't think I remember
the green grass of home;
our beloved forest haven,
where the wild deer roam.

A wonderland created
by the toil of your hands
with a love for all nature
in our beautiful land.

In our cathedral of oaks,
moments turned to hours;
you tending the gardens,
while we gathered flowers.

It was here you taught
my young heart to pray
to the hymns of the songbirds
rejoicing the day.

I see the poppies, smell roses,
as I stand by your side,
like an impressionist's painting
from an unknown time.

I come here, at times,
to wander awhile;
embracing the rememberance
with the arms of a child.

What a comfort these thoughts
bring in my solitude;
You don't think I remember
but Mother, I do...

©Soaring Spirit 2002

~I Love You Mom~
The seeds planted with a Mother's love, bloom in the heart forever. ~ SS