They walked hand in hand
the little girl and the tall old lady
showing off their favorites,
a small clump of half-hidden flowers,
the fencing made of bent twigs.
The child had always noticed and
remembered flowers –
though she didn’t know their names—
“We have that one, too,
only ours is yellow”
and she was right every time.
The lady had such a fascinating garden;
they toured it happily,
and then had some of Mary’s goodies
The next visit was to to the child’s garden,
so she could show off her treasures.
And Mary and my granddaughter
on a lovely summer day
wandered through the flowers,
sharing their passion.