Two Little Hands

Two little hands in my garden
Working throughout the day
Planting and weeding and raking
Giving up playmates and play
Digging the soil for a flower bed 
Dropping each seed in with care
Smoothing the dirt, oh, so gently
So many dreams planted there 

Two little hands ever tireless
Plucking each weed from the bed
Bringing a drink for the garden
Sprinkling each bright little head
Watching so eager and happy
Waiting for flowers to grow
Excited and thrilled beyond meaning
When at last there is something to show

Two little hands that are helpful
One little heart ever there 
Two little eyes ever watchful
One little soul does her share
So much a part of my garden
The dearest flower, blooming for me
Two little hands tend my garden
More precious then roses could be

Garnette Ann Schult