While driving through the neighborhood,
I noticed all the Gardenias were in bloom.
It brought back memories of my Dad,
And the one outside his bedroom.
It was his favorite flower,
And wanted one planted there,
So he could open his window,
And smell gardenias in the air.
You remember certain little things,
About the ones you love so dear,
Things that never leave you,
Remembered year by year.
I have Gardenias now in bloom,
And every time I look outside I wonder why,
A man so sweet as he,
Why he had to die.
But bad things happen to good people,
And we shouldn't question that,
But when I miss him most,
Is when I see his old soiled hat.
Itís my keepsake of him from long ago,
A treasure with which I'd never part,
Of all my memories of Dad,
I hold dearest to my heart.
Faye Reyenga © 6 / 10 / 2008