Sow good deeds
Planted in the heart
As seeds of love from which
Good remembrances will grow.
The seed of love planted deep
Within the heart of family
Yields subtle acts and deeds
Harvested in years to come
Between parent and child.
Though never a word is spoken
The aura of love hovers near
And our heart can hear
The soft whisper from God above
Blessed are those who share love
All through the years
Sharing joys and tears.
Love has a language all its own
Spoken through loving deeds
Sown like seeds
Which spring to life
And if tended with loving care
Will always be there.
In the Winter of life,
Long after the fruitful years
And the snow and ice of uncertainty
leave us cold,
We reap the warmth of love
Surrounding like a tender hug
Warming with sweet peace
As love gives our heart a gentle tug.
ŠJane Ward Smith
January 20, 2011
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