The garden is a place of comfort
A place where gardeners go.
Some pick up shovels ready to plant
Anxious to help something grow.
When I am sad, I head to the garden
But not with a shovel in hand.
Instead, I reach for my garden knife
Fiskars, if you wondered what brand.
I plop down on my backside by a big patch of weeds
Creeping Charlie, nutsedge and more
Chickweed, dandelions, purslane and clover
And thistles that make my hands sore.
I pull and I dig as tears fall down
Weeds no match for a broken heart.
Each section of garden looks better and better
As the weeds pile up in the cart.
The neighbors must think that I look pretty funny
As I scoot along on my behind.
Because my old knees no longer squat
New ways to garden I must find.
Because life changes and we all must adapt
Finding new ways to get important things done.
Like scooting on your backside to weed in the garden
Can being a long-distance grandma be fun?
This has been a long way to share the sad news
Two of my grandboys are moving today.
San Antonio is so far from Chicago.
Some people say, “It’s only a plane ride away.”
But after every Friday of us all spending the day
Since Jack was born more than four years ago
I am not sure how I’ll survive with him so far away.
It is just so hard to let go.
As my daughter and her husband follow their path
I wish them a world of love and of joy
I hope that all of their dreams come true
In their new home I’m sure they’ll enjoy.
My garden is here to lend comfort to me
And here to just be a friend.
The flowers and butterflies, and even the weeds
Are all here to help my heart mend.
So life, as it does, is changing today
And if I tried to see the bright side,
I’d see a beautiful weed-free garden
And buy tickets for a plane ride.
I hope you all find comfort in your garden, too. Garden with me!