Mamaw and Papaw grow flowers
I could play in their garden for hours
The hummingbirds flit
And butterflies sit
As though they were friends of ours.
Papaw digs and pulls weeds
When it’s ready Mamaw plants seeds
Then they help them to grow
And put on a show
To give the honeybee just what she needs.
Their flowers are many sizes and shapes
Some bonnets some trousers some capes
There’s big ones and small ones
Short ones and tall ones
There are reds, blues, yellows and grapes.
Once they told me “You know
Of all the seeds we sow
The one that we treasure
And brings us great pleasure
Is you, the best flower we grow.”
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