THE GARDENER'S HANDS by Kathy Folkerts

Home

What We Do
Winter Light

My Mother had a garden in which just two plants grew,
And those two young and tiny plants were her two precious jewels.
She tended us like roses, although we grew like weeds,
And she would tell us stories of the flowers that we would be.

And our roots went deep in the soil, and the rain gave us reason to grow,
And the time and the love in the gardeners hands brought flowers from the seeds she had sown.

As we grew into her promise, rewarding all her toil,
The time came round to leave home ground, to go and find new soil.
And so I went a' wandering, like a leaf upon the wind,
Until I found a place that I could call my home again.

And my roots went deep in the soil, and the rain gave me reason to grow,
And the time and the love in the gardeners hands brought flowers from the seeds she had sown.

And now I have a garden with young plants of my own,
And the strength that I was given is the strength with which they grow.
And I know there'll be roses, though they might have their thorns,
Because I know I love them, because they are my own.

And their roots grow deep in the soil, and the rain gives them reason to grow,
And the time and the love in the gardeners hands bring flowers from the seeds she has sown.