A garden grew by trial and rain,
By days beneath the sun
Whose burden was its blessing too,
And by the scarred and tired hands
That bled compassion
And self-sacrifice,
Hands that took the thorns in stride
Because she knew always
The blooms would come.

A garden grew in soil tilled
By every tired finger of the hands
That wanted nothing back
But to look on in silence
At her labor for a moment,
To grow it all for sake
Of every day spent smiling
Or in tears above it, working,
Always working til the last
And even then because she sees
It bloom and as it drinks in sun
Forgets not even a second
Of the days gone by.

A garden grew and bloomed,
And in the simplest way
Its grace was granted
Season after season
Without thanks.

Happy #MothersDay
#London #England

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