Heritage

I walk along...
My garden row.
Where buds protrude,
And rootlets grow.

Beholding life,
So bright and new.
With tender green,
Just coming through.

My heart delights,
My vision set.
On a memory,
That won't forget.

I see a face,
With love sublime.
Who planted here,
Before my time.

I bow my head,
In silent prayer.
For loving hands,
Who set them there.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Karmen Nicole Miller, age 6