Her garden
I grew a great sunflower that the birds and the bees did love.
It wilted and died in a great flood.
I cried naught for the plant.
But for the wildlife it did feed.
So I saved but one seed.
That is the service we give those we love.
A hope and a prayer.
From God up above.
Love is Rachel ann Butlers garden.
poem by John Shea
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