If you pass by my simple home
Look close and you will find
A familiar wheelbarrow on loan
In a different style and design
Each year it waits to greet spring
When the pretty flowers grow
I hear my mother in heaven sing
When she looks down upon it so
My mother and her wheelbarrow
Everywhere could be seen
Oh what a beautiful garden show
Of flowers come every spring
So many times she used it
Around every nook and bend
It's so proud and honored to sit
Holding pretty flowers in
Many pretty, waving petunias
Each day raise their hand
Hanging over all the edges
Waving to everyone they can
Along side other flowers so gay
Color enough to dye the yard red
A blinding brilliance, a special bouquet
For my mother's wheelbarrow bed
Even the little birds are happy
As they sing upon their throne
The wheelbarrow is still merrily
Helping my mother to carry on
A rusted kinship, a piece of art
It sits in my flower garden hue
Honored to share, with a happy heart
My mother's legacy to you
@ Susie Swanson, 2018
Sadly, the little wheelbarrow has been rolled away and parked in an old shed.. It spent many years in my yard after my mother passed away.. Last year was the first year in many years I didn't get to use it.. To much wear and tear and we decided to store it away before it fell on apart.. It's amazing how sometimes the simple things can mean the most. So many people have asked what happened to it and I tell them sadly, it retired just like mama.
Look close and you will find
A familiar wheelbarrow on loan
In a different style and design
Each year it waits to greet spring
When the pretty flowers grow
I hear my mother in heaven sing
When she looks down upon it so
My mother and her wheelbarrow
Everywhere could be seen
Oh what a beautiful garden show
Of flowers come every spring
So many times she used it
Around every nook and bend
It's so proud and honored to sit
Holding pretty flowers in
Many pretty, waving petunias
Each day raise their hand
Hanging over all the edges
Waving to everyone they can
Along side other flowers so gay
Color enough to dye the yard red
A blinding brilliance, a special bouquet
For my mother's wheelbarrow bed
Even the little birds are happy
As they sing upon their throne
The wheelbarrow is still merrily
Helping my mother to carry on
A rusted kinship, a piece of art
It sits in my flower garden hue
Honored to share, with a happy heart
My mother's legacy to you
@ Susie Swanson, 2018
Sadly, the little wheelbarrow has been rolled away and parked in an old shed.. It spent many years in my yard after my mother passed away.. Last year was the first year in many years I didn't get to use it.. To much wear and tear and we decided to store it away before it fell on apart.. It's amazing how sometimes the simple things can mean the most. So many people have asked what happened to it and I tell them sadly, it retired just like mama.
Such a sweet, sweet poem, Susie. The old wheelbarrow looked so pretty with the flowers planted in it, but I understand why you would want to "retire" it.
ReplyDeleteThat wheelbarrow now holds sweet memories of you and your Mother.
ReplyDeleteSusie, How wonderful. I love the poem and the wheelbarrow. You have that beautiful memory of your mother to look at and admire. My mom had a wheelbarrow in one of her flower beds. I wish now I had brought it here. :)
ReplyDeleteHope your weather is becoming calm. It's a gray day here this Monday but warm and I can sit on the porch for a few minutes today and say my prayers. You are in them daily. Blessings to you, love, xoxo, Susie
Sorry Susie, I re-read your post and you put the wheelbarrow away. But there's that pretty picture. :) Love you, Susie
ReplyDeleteBut wasn't it pretty while it was in service sharing your mom's love of flowers! I had one in the back that I could see from my window planted, but it, too, rusted away.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can just see your Mother's wheelbarrow filled with Petunias, Susie. I remember these wheelbarrows well because my father used one in his garden gathering all the wonderful produce he planted. I'm glad you decided to store it and keep it to remember your dear Mama. : )
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This is a lovely poem and post, Susie. What a treasure that old wheelbarrow is. It holds so many sweet memories for you.
ReplyDeleteSusie, I love this poem about your mother's wheelbarrow. How beautiful are the flowers!
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