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Alice E. Allen: My Mother's Garden
Mom died On October 16, 1984... 20 years ago.
"In many ways, it's like it just happened"


Her heart is like her garden
Old fashioned, quaint and sweet
With here a wealth of blossoms
and there, a still retreat...
Sweet violets are hiding
We know as we pass by
and lilies, pure as angels' thoughts
Are opening somewhere nigh.
Forget-me-nots there linger
To full perfection brought
And there bloom purple pansies
In many a tender thought.
There love's own roses blossom
as from enchanted ground,
and lavish perfume exquisite
the whole glad year around.
And in that quiet garden
The garden of her heart
Songbirds are always singing
Their songs of cheer apart.
And from it floats forever
O'ercoming sin and strife
Sweet as the breath of rises blown
The fragrance of her life.

Written by Alice E. Allen