Poems About Gardeners for Funerals
Final Tending In gardens where the silence blooms,They walk, where life and death entwines.With gentle hands, the earth resumes,Their care, where memory aligns.They sow not seeds but love and peace,In soil rich with stories past.Each flowerbed a tender lease,On memories that forever last.Beneath the sky’s vast, watching eye,They tend to every silent stone.With blooms that…