Constructive Gardening

Like a massage to hold her

Neither hard or soft

In this periwinkle loft

Feeling better more relaxed

Your hands carve the wax

You are beautiful, too

In all you do

Gardening is like construction

Take time

To lay the foundation

Nutrients, hands, and sun

Construction and gardening are one

Muscle, flowers, and buildings strain

In the wind, now relaxed again

A family is a flower and a brick

Pliable yet tough in bringing it

Family, community, and church the muscle needed

Like caulking fills in gaps after bleeded

Although mama had a baby

Her head is still attached

Construction helmet with light dispatch

Please help me re-attach

I feel like a Country Cottage

Built by my grandfather's hands

He has the masterplan

Micrometer, leads, and protractor

Farms the land like a tractor

So the strawberry fields grow

God's garden it is so

We are his blueprint

And his silver dollar from the mint

Lotion, mortar, and water

For the constructionist's daughter

You are malleable clay today

Sam you are both florist and carpenter

Building and re-arranging the earth

Thee ultimate traveling companion

Tilling the Grand Canyon

You create me and tend to me

And you don't even ask for any money

Do you lay brick and plant flowers with honey?