The Constant Gardener (Homegoing Poem for Aunt Emma)

 

Here we come to tell the world,

about the precious seeds

planted by our sweet southern girl,

 

who came from a place

where the earth is made of clay,

and the sun shines red hot

on just a typical summer day,

 

she started out her mischievous charm

one of 10 on a Mecklenburg farm,

 

in the stories that she would grow to recount

cows named Lulabelle, and Sallie Belle she would chase about,

 

but she must have learned from quite a young age

that a little  bit of tenderness goes a mighty long way,

 

because she grew into a woman that had kindness

in the structure of her cheeks-

situated likes sweet apples for all the world to see,

 

the image of goodness that she did convey

she must have learned early

that the planting of love goes a mighty long way,

 

and she tilled, and she sewed, for all that are here today

til the Lord said put down your shovel- it is time for you to rest- I say,

 

So she put down her shovel, but just on this earthly farm,

Knowing she had left a legacy of love that would flourish and go on,

 

So now our southern girl has gone on with the angels to sleep,

But she sends one final message-

This legacy was for you, so please now go reap,

go reap.

 

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014

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