A garden full of memories
Are being left to us by you.
Some you planted long ago;
And some, they are brand new.
To some you leave a single rose,
To some a huge bouquet,
To some a field of flowers
Where our memories can play.
There are those who know you deeply,
As a mother or a wife,
As a grandma, as a sister
Or a caring friend for life.
But none of us will truly know
The lives you've touched for years,
Or the smiles you've brought to young and old
As your wit brought them to tears.
What we know is you were born
When life was more sublime,
When tea was sipped and folks believed
In the right to act refined.
And we could sit for hours
On the stories you convey
Or the changes you have witnessed
And your tales of "in my day."
Though life hasn't always dealt you
Its kind and loving hand,
You've seemed to take it all in stride
And always understand.
We love you for your loving ways
And your kind and gentle heart.
We love the stories you share with us
And the wisdom you impart.
But what I think we love the most
And what to us is dearest
Is the way your smile warms our souls
Whenever you are near us.