Garden in My Heart

 

I have a garden in my heart

Where friendly flowers grow,

And each one has the gentle name

Of somebody I know.

Their petals are the memories

Of passing smiles and tears,

Their stems are sturdy shafts of love

That last throughout the years.

I tend my garden carefully

And keep its beauty bright,

Beneath a kindly sun by day

And faithful stars at night.

The wind may blow, the snow may fall

The rain may gather gloom,

But in the garden of my heart

The flowers always bloom.

I do not ever pluck them for

The vases on my shelves,

Because I know they would not last

Or multiply themselves.

 

~ James J. Metcalfe