I didn’t realise how often I think of my mom until she was gone. Everyday, throughout the day, little things remind me of her.  Each thought, like a beautiful flower, is now a cherished memory that I tend to with care so as not to lose it.  When I think of the plants I have grown in my own garden, there are many plants that hold dear memories for me.  They remind me of times I spent with my mom, sometimes tending to the flowers and sometimes just sitting back and enjoying them together.  So my memories are, in many ways like a garden, where I walk with love for my mom.

My Garden of Memories
By Krista Longeway

I stroll through my garden of memories, 
Slowly wandering with love here and there
Admiring each of the flowers and trees
And gently tending to them with great care

The sweet baby’s breath and forget-me-nots
A happy reminder of my childhood
Of playtime in warm sunny garden spots
And family picnics in a shaded wood

The blooms of peony and columbine
Memories of days gardening together 
Of sharing many thoughts and dreams of mine
You were there for me in any weather

The geranium and flowing ivy
Reminders of a sunny patio
Where we often sat while sipping our tea 
It seems like only a short time ago

The bearded iris and the hollyhock
Line the paths in this sweet garden of mine
They whisper of you wherever I walk
Whether in the shade or in the sunshine

There are wildflowers of every kind
In surprising places the poppies grow
Like happy thoughts of you that come to mind
Although from where they come I do not know

My dearest, if thoughts of you were flowers 
Where leaves rustled when the soft breezes blew
Whether summer sun or spring-time showers
I’d wander my garden all day with you