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REMEMBER THE FLOWERS

By Judy T. Lloyd


A songbird sang to me.
God is coming to see.
The flowers you planted.
In silence I stood enchanted.

I noticed the roses as they began to sway
We will lift up our petals to pray.
Oh I hope the master will come our way.
Dear little iron rose you are here to stay.

All the others in the garden,
knew of the story of the way he pardoned.
I believe that the aroma of the flowers.
Will embrace the mansion on the bowers.

Life is very much like a flower garden and I came to appreciate that more and more as I traveled from being a patient who was terminally ill. I really was concerned about the diagnosis that is until I walked around yard.

The Sign

By Judy T. Lloyd

Oh dear Lord I had prayed,
show me a sign to guide my way.
I am just so scared today.
So send me a sign that I may see.
I really want to believe.
The wind did answer by ruffling my hair.
Child of mine I really do care.
A lone white Tulip had sprouted.
From then on I never doubted.

It was true, because when we had moved into the house we now occupy there were flowers and tulips. One tulip was red and it grew besides a concret bench. I planted other tulips but they never seemed to grow. It was April of 2000 when I was in the bargaining stage with God. Then I saw it, the white Tulip. It was then that I began to believe that I could be healed. Each year it comes back, I think of my mother who died in 2001.

Yellow Iris

Judy T. Lloyd

Some would say that you are like the yellow rose of Texas.
I image that you would have been shy about that.
To me your grace shone through just like the Yellow Iris.
We were the lucky because of you Mrs. Sally Wingo.
The lady who could teach a child and its mother lessons.
The teacher would could preach with the best of them.
There were yellow Iris in my garden before the house burned down.
So when we became friends I put the another rizone in the ground.
What joy it brought when last spring it bloomed.
I nutured that iris just as you did the children in your Bible class.
You left us all too soon and now you bloom in the garden above.

Sally Wingo was indeed a rare soul. She did what others told her she could not do. Thing is she had a knack for making the skeptics like that she had done it. She became the first elder in the Presbyterian church in the town that I live in. She could preach in a traditional Baptist church and she preached better than most ministers.

A Pale Rose

By Judy T. Lloyd

The pale pink rose peeked from behind its leaves.
A single bloom it was and I reached for it.
The thorns had caught upon my sleeves.
Honey Bees buzzed and told me to quit.

The rose is special they said.
Do not spoil its glory, do not tread.
Hummingbird came to chase the bees away.
I need my sugar is that okay?

Little did I know,
that before the next snow.
It would be time for you to go.
Now another pink rose is there to grow.

In memory of Irene Shelton who was the pink rose.
She battled pancreatic cancer longer than most do.
Irene did get to see her grandson before she died.
This was not a life that lived in vain, when I see pink roses I think of her.

Daisies

By Judy T. Lloyd

Daisy, daisy do.
Oh how I remember you.
Laughing and playing, daddy's sis.
If you both were here now, I'g give you a kiss.

The daisy is pretty,happy and gay.
Daughter had them for her wedding bouquet.
I see them everywhere on train tracks.
Each year more will come back.

If we could bring you home again.
We would all be wearing daisy chains.
Daisy, daisy do.
Oh how I remember you.

Our Aunt Laura died on January 3rd of 2009. She was the last sister and sibling in my father's family. She was memorialized on May 30, 2009 in Charlotte County, Virginia. Like other siblings she too died of CRC, cancer related complications. She joined family members buried in the family cementary.

The Tall Sunflower

By Judy T. Lloyd

In the garden God planted a sunflower.
He sent along the sunshine and showers.
The sunflower grew so very tall.
The sunflower lasted until the fall.

When you look at its yellow head.
From its seeds the birds would be fed.
Trey you were a friend of mine.
Like the flower your sun will shine.

Always looking to the Lord for his strength, Trey Norton beat the odds so many times. His parents were told he would never live to adulthood, but he did. Next they said he would never father a child, but he did. He died this fall from the fatal blood disease he had. He is now singing with the choir in heaven. Trey was special and this poem can not do the justice it was meant to but I had to remember him.

There are many flowers to remember, some were only here for a brief time, while others fought their cancers bravely. Some like Dot Hillsman could not in reality be in my front yard, but I do believe God sent us a substitute.

You Should Have Been An Orchid

By Judy T. Lloyd

Did anyone ever tell you, that you should have been an orchid?
Whose fragrance is sweet perhaps sweeter than the rose?
Did they know that like an orchid you had to cared for and tended to so that you would bloom?
For sure someone must have know that because bloom you did.
The orchid is a symble of love and rarity.
Women adorn them for the prom.
So I guess that the orchid in my garden comes down to you.
The flower that blooms is a Gardenia, but you should have been an orchid.

Not to leave men out because they are the grass that grows in the garden. You see the grass has to grow in order to make the colors of the flowers come through. Six months before Dot Hillsman died her husband Pete Hillsman died. They both died the same year that Sally Wingo died, all of them were friends.

Beneath My Feet

By Judy T. Lloyd

Beneath my feet the green grass grows.
To show off the flowers in their rows.
Some would think grass is not important.
If you kneel to it you will the insects chant.

Grass is their home you know.
In it all things grow.
So I do honor that which is beneath my feet.
Ah, but red clover smells so sweet.

I love pansies and violets these little gems are treasures indeed. I can think of many who were the violets and the pansies Violets have many shades of purple. Pansies are multi-colored and make excellent border flowers. I once wanted to spell out love in my garden. Instead I revell in the volunteer ones that come up each year.

Pansies

By Judy T. Lloyd

Dear little Pansies coming each year.
Bringing the spring and its cheer.
What is that in your bed.
Why it is a fat Robin waiting to be fed.

Robin singing so we can hear.
Pansies, pansies you are so dear.
Today I will buy some pansy seed.
My spiritual soul needs it feed.

The year of 1995 was very sad, it spilled over into 1996. The pansies are the members of both my husband and I family members. It includes also Mrs. Jeanine Irving who died years earlier. My mother-in-law had pansies planted in her front yard. That year she died of cancer, our Aunt Gladys followed. As did Uncle Lewis Mason Tharpe. He was the youngest brother of my father. There were eleven siblings in both families. There were many members of my husband's family who died of cancer. Each time marked another time of pain and heartache. When I was diagnosed my husband was devastated. It was hard for him to fathom that I would live, it was hard for me too. However I met many people that are the flowers in my life. Once a doctor asked me if I resented having cancer.
"I used to resent having cancer. It is tough to deal with. Then again I have met some of the most incredible people that I no longer resent living with cancer."

The Violets Among Us

By Judy T. Lloyd

Do not overlook the violet.
The violet is often purple.
Purple is the color of Relay For Life Shirts.
The ACS banner is purple on white.
The violet displays a vivid color in the grass.
Do not think that it is a lowly flower.
Many flowers are purple but the violet is hard.
I remember with love Mrs. Lacy Ward and Sharon Morris.
I remember all of my black sisters and brothers
who have walked.
They are violets and none of them are the lesser.
We are all equal when it comes to cancer.
We all wear the color of the violets.
Do not overlook the violets.

We have here the beautiful garden of flowers. There are many flowers and many colors. There are many blooms and so we must remember all of them

Remember The Flowers

By Judy T. Lloyd

Remember the flowers as they bloom.
They are here to brighten the gloom.
Remember the smells so fragrant and sweet.
Those that have gone had the master to great.
There petals come and then they fade.
Some come to rest and cheer up the shade.
Remember the flowers as they remember you.
Each of the flowers will be given their due.
Remember the flowers and let not your heart harden.
Remember the flowers that are planted in the garden.

We pray each night that the creator in his ultimate wisdom indeed plants the flowers that have come and gone in our lives. We pray that the bloom never fades and we remember that his son was the Rose that bloomed in winter. May we never forget those that are lost and celebrate those that are still here.

I pray too that this book be a blessing to those would read it. Remember the flowers in your garden.

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Texte: Implied copyright of Judy T. Lloyd
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.12.2009

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