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Nana's Garden

Updated on November 11, 2011
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My summers as a little girl were spent in Canada in a little town called Fesserton about an hour and a half outside of Toronto. Those summers were some of the best memories I had of my childhood. When it was time to go back home at the end of summer I never wanted to go back. I always loved the nature, the clean air and the friendly people. It was so different than the smoggy city that I was from.

This poem is about my grandmother's garden. Her backyard was huge and led out to the woods. She took great care of that garden with all kinds of flowers in it. There was a ceramic swan that I loved in the center of the rock quarry. I would go out each morning and the first thing I saw was her garden. All I remember smelling was the honeysuckle spread throughout the air.

Nana's Garden

Nana's garden was her great love

It was filled with beauty

A gorgeous treasure trove

There was an innocent swan

High up above

In between the rocks

And daisies... in the light of

It was my favorite

So delicate and rare

It complimented the roses

In their multicolor flair

Prince loved the roses too

Scratch and sniff

Sniff and scratch

Always waiting for a bone to chew

I remember the summer sun

And the hummingbirds that flew

I will always keep those memories

Deep inside of me

If ever I get blue

To cheer me up

Of happy times

Back when I was

A little girl

When I only had daydreams

To dream of


Waiting for them to unfurl.


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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Writers Dog I totally agree with you lol. Thanks for commenting. :)

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      The Writers Dog 6 years ago

      What a beautiful poem. I think that Nanas must be one of the greatest inspirations for writers. Voted up.

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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Thank you Stessily! I am happy that you liked it!

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      stessily 6 years ago

      Caroline, This nostalgic journey to your grandmother's garden evoked halcyon summer days for me, as well. Visual memories are always enhanced by fragrances and sounds, and your images are so vividly real that I can hear the whir of the hummingbird's wings, sniff the aroma of roses, and touch the curves of the ceramic swan.

      Absolutely beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

      Kind regards, Stessily

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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Thank you Senoritta for reading!

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      Senoritaa 6 years ago

      Beautiful and natural. You paint a pretty picture.

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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Frogyfish thank you so much for reading! Glad you liked it. :)

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      frogyfish 6 years ago from Central United States of America

      Beautiful memories of Nana's and that bone, hummingbirds. My favorite was the last four speaks volumes! Loved it!

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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Hubert- thank you for reading it. I'm glad you liked it :)

      Minnetonka- It is amazing how the greatest memories always bring back smells and sights. Thanks for reading. :)

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      Caroline Marie 6 years ago

      Thank you ExoticHippieQueen- the best poetry comes from really strong memories. :)

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      ExoticHippieQueen 6 years ago

      It's amazing how strong, early memories that involve fragrances, tastes, and visual beauty (or horror) remain strong and intact throughout our lives. Yours was a beautiful and poignant moment to share about a very special memory. Well done!

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      Linda Rogers 6 years ago from Minnesota

      Your memories of your grandmother's garden sound like heaven. Isn't it amazing how smells and sights come right back to us when we think of the past experiences. Your poetry was very beautifully written :-)

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      Hubertsvoice 6 years ago

      Very lovely poem. Thank you for sharing