Garden

Garden 

Here we both are

in the fading light,

a mother and daughter,

a gardeners delight.

The flowers unplanted,  

the grass not yet grown. 

 the gardens been turned, seeds waiting to be sewn.

You play with your  ball, or dig in the dirt, 

and I sit

and I watch 

 and hope for you good things from this planet earth.

And when you are grown, with a life of your own, 

please think of me when ,

in the fading light, 

you sit as I now sit 

in a garden at night.