As I walked through the garden,
I felt the cool breeze sweep over me.
The many flowers were in full bloom;
The Indian blankets and white poppies dotted the hillside.
I strolled alongside a steady stream and listened.
I listened as the wood thrushes and mockingbirds
Performed their sweet melodious sonnets.
As I gazed across the bright blue sky,
And fixed my eyes on the distant trees,
I felt as if I were in a painting;
A magnificent work of art, inspired by God,
And placed on a canvas by a master painter.
I was in complete awe of the immense beauty.
Life sprang forth all around me.
As I continued my journey throughout this vast garden,
I heard someone singing a song with words I had heard before.
As I drew closer to the singer’s voice,
There sat my Granny, on a bench, singing “Precious Memories.”
A smile spread across my face,
As I remembered all those times spent with my Granny.
The crafts, the dominoes, and the stories filled these memories.
While she continued singing, another voice joined her.
She called for him and he came to sit right beside her with an arrowhead in his hands.
“Look what I found Granny Olene; it’s just for you.”
He turned and looked at me with a bright smile on his face.
It was my Dad, and he continued happily singing with my Granny.
The words to “Precious Memories” became even more significant to me.
Oh, how I will miss the laughs, football games, and late night movies with Dad.
Then I saw a gardener, hunched over,
All the while, singing along with Dad and Granny.
I knelt beside the gardener and asked him, in wonder,
“Are there bluebonnets in heaven?”
He turned to me, with soil on his fingertips and scars in his hands.
He smiled at me and asked, “Do you know the name of this garden?”
“I call it Paradise, and someday, the four of us will sing together.”
After the gardener spoke these words,
I awoke that morning,
Joyful at what I just dreamed,
Waiting for the day when I could sing with Dad, Granny, and the gardener.
Until then, I will keep these images and my Precious Memories in my heart,
As I tell the world of this gardener who assured me
That there are bluebonnets in heaven!
Originally written on June 21, 2017, the fourth stanza and mentions of Dad were added on February 17, 2020. Dad and Granny Olene, I love you both, with all my heart, beyond description!
Olene Shepherd Stewart: October 13, 1921 ~ June 13, 2017
Ronnie Dean Stewart: October 11, 1966 ~ December 24, 2019