You taught me about gardening and life; I was content
to spend my day with you.
Riding high on your shoulders we stroll around your backyard.
You sang “I love you a bushel and peck”.
My small voice perched on your shoulders sang back.
“A bushel and peck and a hug around the neck”.
Then my four year old arms would squeeze you hard as you sang
“A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap”.
You might hum a few bars but I knew what was coming when you sang
“A barrel and a heap and I’m talking in my sleep”.
You would swing me around and down to the ground
gently placing me on the wistful green leaves.