In a garden bathed in golden light,
Where laughter danced with colors bright,
Leona, my mother, and I, Frankie, side by side,
Picking tomatoes with love and pride.
Under the cloudless sky's warm embrace,
Her grace and care, a guiding embrace,
Leona's hands so gentle, so wise,
Nurtured the earth where love would rise.
With each pluck, a ruby gem was found,
Tomatoes ripe, without a flaw or sound,
Their fragrance filled the summer air,
As mother's love surrounded us there.
In this garden of memories sweet,
A bond between us was replete,
For in the soil, our roots entwined,
A family's love forever bind.
Back inside, the kitchen's warm glow,
Mom crafted a sandwich to bestow,
A feast of tomatoes, fresh and red,
With love, she spread the slices of bread.
In each bite, a taste of love's delight,
A moment cherished, shining bright,
Her hands, a gift of love's connection,
Filling my heart with deep affection.
At that moment, I felt so blessed,
A mother's love, a treasure chest,
For in the garden, we did bloom,
And in her care, my heart found room.
So here's to my mother, my guiding star,
Whose love and kindness will stretch afar,
And as we pick tomatoes with glee,
In my daughter's garden,
Where new memories begin.
I'll cherish the moments, past and present.
