As a grown woman now, with children of my own
I reflect on my childhood, where the seeds were first sewn,
I was blessed with a gift, that has blossomed in my heart
Like the morning glory vines, that I recall from the start

From a window in my mind, I can now clearly see
That my grandma planted many things inside of me
She was gray and withered,  when I was fresh on the vine
In a swing on her porch, our lives intertwined

In the corner of her yard, stood a weeping willow tree
I ask her "why is it sad?", and she replied to me
"My dear it is sad for those, who have lost their way"
"Some can't find the peace, and the glory in their day"

With those words she smiled and stared into the sun
"Come with me sweet child, there's work to be done"
With a shovel and seeds, we knelt in the dirt
And welcomed the spring, to brighten the earth

I remember those mornings, waking up with her there
With the sweet smell of biscuits, floating in the air
She would say our day, was a blessing from the Lord
We would bow our heads, before the milk was poured

She made me feel special, as though a rare bloom
She said that great things would come to me soon
That someday the world, would see what she knew
As we cuddled in the swing and the morning glory grew

One cold winter night, I was awakened by a hand
It was grandma passing over to a heavenly new land
I cried, "Oh Grandma, please don't go away"
"I love you and need you, I want you to stay"

She kissed me and smiled, in her eyes I could see
The face of an angel, looking down upon me
The beauty in her soul had seeped through the skin
As if God had found a way, to show her love within

 I felt a blanket of warmth, as she whispered to me
"Sweet child I am with you for all eternity"
I looked into her eyes, and began to understand
Then she gently placed some seeds inside my tiny hand

I watched as her smile slowly faded from my sight
The tears trickled down, as I clinched those seeds tight
Somehow I knew she was where she belonged
Where the essence of beauty lives on and on

When the frost was forgotten and the grass was all green
I planted those seeds out by the old swing
I watched them grow, as the warm winds blew
There in the swing, in the morning glory dew

I still miss my grandma, to this very day
But I know that her legacy,  is here with me to stay
I  look to each day, and the gifts it will bring
Surrounded by blooms, with my son in the swing

Teresa Wilson ~ 1998