The Father Is My Gardener

The Father is my gardenerAnd what a job He’s gotYears of tangled undergrowthHe’s welcome to the lotThough He’s tried to hack it backTo reach my precious vineMy gate’s been shut against HimThe problems been all mine. The lockdown’s been a blessingIt gives you time to thinkGoing back to basic thingsSaves you from the brinkReunited with … Continue reading The Father Is My Gardener