I look out on the garden and see her standing there.
The sunlight of the morning shining through her hair.
Her blue eyes are sparkling as she reaches for a flower.
Her tiny hands planted the seeds, to while away the hours.
I know that she is growing, pretty, young, and fair.
And some day I’ll look for her , but she will not be there.
It will break this aging heart to know that she is gone.
But even I know little girls must some day move along.
So I watch her as she plays and store it in my heart.
Because I know that very soon we will have to part.
When that say has come, I hope she’ll visit me and say,
“grandma could we look at the flowers today?”
For I love her dearly and in my dreams always,
she comes to touch the flowers as she passes on her way.