Daddy works the garden
Each and every day
Caressing the fruitful land
In his kind and gentle way
I can see him standing there
Forever in my mind
A man that's etched in gold
To a memory that once was blind
His words echo to me
With the sun on his tan face
"Put back what you borrow here
...this land is a glorious place"
His chest swells up with
pride
As he eyes the gracious crop
There is love in daddy's garden
It grows and never stops
Daddy walks the fields
A hoe as his cane
Little footsteps follow behind
To carry on the tradition in his name
Teresa Wilson ~ 1994
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