Gardens of Love #parents #poetry #gardens

As spring is a gorgeous month and in memory of my parents and their love of the garden here are a couple of dad’s poems to mum, based around her love of the garden, interspersed with pictures from our garden this week… your tour guides are ready to show you around.

The Garden of Marriage


Is married life a garden?

Comfortable, easy, secure,

Which seems to progress without undue stress

Or even the need for manure?

Where no season is early or late

And frost doesn’t dare to appear,

And snow only falls when Santa Claus calls,

And like him, has all gone by New year?

Well, is married life a garden

Where there’s never a problem or pest?

And the flowers and the shrubs in your planters and tubs

Never look less than their best?

Where no matter what you sow,

Perennial, hardly or tender,

Whatever the crop it won’t fade flop or drop

But just fills the borders with splendour.

But if married life was a garden

Where there was never a tear,

Where all of your seeds – but none of your weeds

Grow – year after year after year…

Where every job’s always a pleasure

And nothing is ever a chore;

If that’s married life, don’t you think, dearest wife,

It would all be a huge crashing bore?

But that is what some people like

With everything ordered and clear

All ups and no downs – and never a frown

Do I want to change ours? No fear!



Barbara’s gone into the garden again

Like she has so often before

I know I’m not wrong ‘cos her anorak’s gone

And her slippers are by the back door

I knew when we woke on this cool Autumn day

With hardly a cloud in the sky

And the whole world sun-kissed, that she’d never resist

And would soon wave dull housework goodbye.

Look thro’ the French windows – see, there she is now

With her barrow loaded with tools

Where the October sun glows on a climbing pink rose

And late daisies still glimmer like jewels.

A robin is watching her every move

And now hungrily, hopefully lingers

As she kneels, trowel in hand, where bright dahlias stand

Untouched as yet by frosty fingers.

She makes things grow where none grew before

(Unlike me, her failures are few)

For the plants that she tends she loves like old frineds

And, like us, I think they love her too.

Barbara’s gone into the garden again

And there she will busily stay

‘Midst her flowers and shrubs and plant pots and tubs

And be happy the livelong day.

And when, all too soon, winter takes bitter hold

And lowering skies threaten snow

While we shiver and whinge and by fireside cringe

We all know where Barbara will go!!

Too much? Someone thinks so…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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18 Responses to Gardens of Love #parents #poetry #gardens

  1. Ritu says:

    Lovely verses Geoffles! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Very tender words and splendid photos. Makes my garden look like a right scabby patch.

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  3. barbtaub says:

    These are lovely and SO very English!

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  4. Such a beautiful garden… and as barbtaub mentions “so very English” looking!!
    The poem is delightful!


  5. Charli Mills says:

    Beautiful verse and garden glimpses, perfect to celebrate the love of your parents with spring.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. I love these Geoff. Your dad’s love for your mum shines through in his poems, and the garden pics are beautiful ::-)

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  7. Rowena says:

    Hi Geoff,
    I can see why our garden’s not looking the best. Instead of disappearing out into the garden at any chance, I’m either writing or doing research and I might make it to the interior of the house but the outside is rather neglected. That also has much to do with our poor sandy soil.
    Your garden is spectacular and very English. That said, my parents’ garden would be similar if it received due attention. It has the cottage wilderness garden look with very established camellias, rhododendrons, azalia’s Japanese maple trees and quite a few exotic plants left by a previous owner. In Spring, the whole front lawn breaks out with forget-me-nots and snowbells. The backyard, was invade by a rogue lemon balm plant. Our daughter once made a funny remark about Mama and Papas garden having herbs as weeds.
    The irony of this, is that my Dad used to run a large scale lawn mowing business and was very particular about his clients’ lawns..a fact not lost on their difficult neighbour who threw the neighbours bin in the reserve after they didn’t bring it in and got stroppy with Dad about parking the work truck in the street because it “lowered the atmosphere” of the street. He also, we believe, put sugar in the petrol tank of a large truck which was parked in the street. He’s been very busy!
    xx Ro


  8. Love the poetry (and sentiment) as well as the gorgeous garden photos. ❤ I know you don't like to hear this (or don't agree or whatever) but you've got your father's talent for poetry.

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