My little garden amongst the stone
I planted a little garden, amongst the stones today The dirt was dry and rough, from that cold and bitter day
The sun was warm, and the grass no longer brown The green shoots all bursting, and buds falling all around
… The sweetness of the wind, the met the empty little plot The clods of dirt now broken, in that tiny little spot
In brokenness life met with death, worked gently into the soil Each seed tenderly planted, to end my labouring toil
Fleeting love, broken memories, now watered the little dream The tiny love placed in the soil, now flowing like a stream
I tried ebb the flow, lest it float the seeds away Of the seeds newly planted, that very special day
But as they flowed I was reminded of a new life’s little story Birthed in love and bred pain a tiny gift from glory
I held birthed love and cradled it, and new that one day We would come to visit this little garden, where pain can never stay
In Loving Memory of Emma Marrie Rose Born in to glory December 24 2011 Melody Lily Anne