Memories from the backyard Garden.

I penned this poem reliving my childhood and believing that every past is cherish able.

I look back into my memories,
like a stroll in to the backyard garden,
memories of both bad and good ,
like weeds and like lilies,
treasuring the good from the bad.
Memories of warm togetherness and missing aways,
like the grass, 
that withers away as you laze to dwell in its beauty.The moments that didn't count but turned to be unique,
like the moth in the garden, that turned to be a butterfly!

Every day is a new chance and a blessing,
like the sun shines its grace anew every dawn,

Every past is a memory cherishable,
like the soil that loses it's fertility,that never returns.
Through the past to the present
and so to the future,
its you,Dear God, that makes everything beautiful and cherishable.

Author's Note

Please feel free to be open.Thank you.

Reviews

[Lizbeth]

This is beautifully refreshing, and I love the lines
"The moments that didn't count but turned to be unique,
like the moth in the garden that turned to be a butterfly!"
--- I would also make that a sentence in its own right.

The first stanza is quite a bit longer than the second, so I would also make the sentence starting "Every day" (two words?) ... the first line of the second stanza.
Delete space before comma in the second line and after "its fertility."
I loved the metarphor of the backyard garden, so original.
Thanks for sharing
Lizbeth

[anxia]

Thank you Lizbeth for your helpful review.I will make the necessary changes that you have mentioned :)

[Chris]

The first two lines were good and set the tone for me and then it seemed lost. The content was fine but lacked memories to tie with the title OR the beginning. Just my opinion.

[Kushal]

This poem makes us cherish our own memories. Such positivity embedded within it. Loved it absolutely. Keep writing. ^_^

[anxia]

Thank you, Kushal. Your words are always supportive :)

[Rhianne Ney]

Every day is a new chance and a blessing,
like the sun shines its grace anew every dawn,

Every past is a memory cherishable,
like the soil that loses it's fertility,that never returns.
Through the past to the present
and so to the future,
its you,Dear God, that makes everything beautiful and cherishable.

I love these lines... the way it was written is very expressive and creative...
100/100

Keep writing

[anxia]

Aww,Thanks a lot, Rhianne:)

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome...

[Little Whisper]

"Like weeds and like Lilies" I love that comparison to good and bad. Even weeds sometimes are beautiful making it possible for good and bad to mingle into unforgettable memories. And through it all Faith carries us through God's will.
This is a lovely poem.

[anxia]

Thank you so much,Little Whisper.I am glad you received my feeling well.

[Little Whisper]

You are very welcome. :)

[Maggie]

Loved it! :)

[anxia]

Thank you very much,maggie

[Rox Bain ☮]

This is really beautiful!
I love the imagery and the natural flow of the words...
well done ^_^

[anxia]

Thank you ,Rox.Glad you enjoyed it!

[Rox Bain ☮]

You're welcome :)

[SmileBig :)]

I just love this sooo much :)

[anxia]

Thank you for reading,Missy.Happy that you liked it:)

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This is lovely...heart lifting and spiritual. Thank you for sharing, dear poet :)

[anxia]

It's my pleasure:) Lynn.Glad you liked it!