My mother has a garden that she waters every day.
Sometimes she picks the flowers and makes a bright bouquet.

She says the flowers remind her of things that children do--
So come into the garden, and I'll explain to you.

She says I'm like a daisy, a golden ray of sun,
Or like a happy marigold, always full of fun.

Here's a lacy lilac; it scatters sweet perfume.
And here's a yellow daffodil to brighten up a room.

I'm like a carefree dandelion growing wild and free.
And I am like a hollyhock, as tall as I can be.

Here's a strong snapdragon, as big and brave as Dad.
And here's a small, sweet violet trying to be glad.

I'm like a quiet crocus with promise for the spring.
I'm a purple pansy that makes you want to sing.

If I am like a flower, then surely you must know
That mother is the gardener, for she helps me to grow!

She cultivates and nurtures and enriches patiently.
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for creating her for me.

Janice Gardiner Wright, The Friend, May 1983.