There's An Angel in My Garden

                There's An Angel in My Garden

Sunshine peeking through the tree tops and I felt a gentle breeze
As I walked along the winding path, I thought I heard a sneeze.
At first I could not see her, I just knew someone was near
The dove was cooing mornfully, my eyes sprang a little tear.

I reached my favorite spot, and sat down on the garden swing.
My friendly crows came swooping down, "Where is the food you bring?"
As I started throwing bread crumbs, I saw a shadow by the tree
But as it disappeared, I heard a voice that I could not see.

"Are you the "Keeper of the Garden?," the little angel asked.
She sounded so familiar like a voice from time long passed.
"Who are you, come out now," I asked, "and let me see you closer please."
My voice was now a little shakey, as I trees whispered in the  breeze.

Then she began singing softly, an old familiar song
"Amazing Grace, How Great Thou Art," - I began to sing along.
And when we finished, tears rolled down and I had to dry my eyes.
Then she handed me a handkerchief very much to my surprise.

This lovely child was standing by the honeysuckle vine.
When I asked her name, she smiled so sweet that it brought me back in time.
"Remember when you were a little child so many years ago," she said.
"I took your hand as we smelled the lilacs behind Grandma's garden shed?"

We have not planted any lilacs here, they don't do well in Florida's heat.
But this angel stood right here in front of me with a smile so very sweet!
Reaching through the mist to hand me a fresh bouquet of lilac flowers.
I remembered a time so long ago, we would play together for hours.

Back then my Grandma always said, "Nita, the rain won't hurt your curly hair..
Come with me back in to my garden, you'll find treasures galore out there!"
Then she would pick me pretty lilacs, white, purple, and some a shade of pink
Throughout my life I n'er have found a more fragrant smell,  I think.

Then she would leave me alone in her garden while she fixed me homemade apple pie.
And tell me to search for leprechans and fairies that surely lived nearby.
As I tearfully remembered Grandma's garden, my crows now began to caw
And the little angel whispered, "gotta go back now to be with your Grandma."

Was this a dream, this angel child, that just had visited with me?
Had I been singing with an angel, or was it just a memory?
I dried my eyes with Grandma's handkerchief that she had given me
But seeing fresh lilacs now beside me on the swing is still quite a mystery!
26 May,2011..Anita Frauenshuh