Rebecca's Garden By Jenna Allen(My friend)

I wish I had a garden,

a garden to spend my years.

The fence is made of grandpa oaks,

with trunks as big as walls.

and each one has a wooden door,

with secrets just for me.

inside the fence of grandpa oaks

are cherry blossom trees,

and ivy fills the blank spots,

to hide the treasures inside.

roses of every shade,

are spreading everywhere.

the smell of lilacs consume the air,

and the feeling of something protecting you

has been forever living there.

My gardens ground is soft and hard

with stepping stones all around

some have markings i've never seen.

I will know one day who put them there.

red plump strawberries crawl

over every stone.

pick one and it grows right back

you have never tasted anything like it before.

in the center of my beauty,

is a fountain

I think it holds my heart.

I lift up my dress and place my feet in the calm waters

its so cool it sends gossebumps through my soul.

the fountain has a figure in the middle,

acting as a waterfall,

She is a fairy with silver for wings,

one hand is up to her mouth blowing kisses for all to see

in the other, she holds a box, and only I can find the key.

when water spouts from her kiss, glitter fills the air

and if i'm quiet she wispers to me and tells me I'm safe here.

to the right are lilies, and pussy willows

and an old frog pond.

and all the frogs where crowns of pearls

the biggest one is mine,

when no one is looking i kiss them all, hoping my prince will come.

and he and i could live in here

i could be the princess of a once apon a time.

i close my eyes and feel the sun on my cheeks

i feel warm and happy.

i go to mother willow tree

to listen to her stories

for she is telling me of the majick here

and how it came to be

and how for years its been a secret

just waiting here for me.

she is wise and so i sit sometimes sleep beneath her limbs

she hugs me with her love for me

and fans me with her leaves.

there is no rain,

or thunderstorms

just a gentle blowing breeze

and seeds and petals fall like snowflakes each one laughing

as they land in my hair.

I want to be here always

the innocence of a young girl

the mind of the untainted

and the calm of peace

whenever i am scared or want to leave

i think of my garden

and rebeccas smiling face

and how she looked when she was four

the wonder in her eyes

and how her imagination

is limited to no skies

with her whole life ahead of her

she's so beautiful in this way

and she and i will meet here

any time of day.

we will walk through our garden

hold each others hands

a mother and her child

remembering things from our past

and i will keep her safe and warm

we have a place forever now

a place the time will lapse.

I love you Rebecca

and this is for you

my little babygirl

and i, your Mommy

will wait for you here

to meet me at the gardens gate

so we can plant new thing to grow

and someday look at what beauty

we've become.

wrote this with my 4 1/2 year old daughter....Rebecca.And every night she and I would talk to help her fall to sleep we would imagine a beautiful place and talk about our garden.

"Our Garden"

"My Dear Baby Bear...Your Mommy Loves her little Princess...thank you for your help on writing this beautiful story you are so smart and kind and i love you imagination, Im so glad that you choose to let me in to your beauty."

"you'll always be my baby"

Love, Mommy