My Father was a Gardener throughout his life
Fruits, flowers, and family blossomed under his care.
With his knowledge and gentle wisdom –
He knew when to tenderly shelter seedlings from storms,
He knew when to thoughtfully prune and shape saplings,
He knew when to let growing things stand on their own.

My Father was a Gardener and now his garden lies fallow.
The fruits and flowers are gone, without the Gardener’s touch
But his family still grows, branching and sowing –
To carry on the loving legacy of my Father.