So much of who we are is shaped during our childhood but we don't realize this fact until later. There's a quote by Sam Ewing that says "When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood." The memories are the most special posession that we get to hold on forever. A whiff of familiar scent is enough to get transported back to that time when we were surrounded by the people we loved. To me the peony is a special symbol of the women in my family: my late mother, grandmothers and aunt, who shared the passion for gardening.
This project is dedicated to those that I have lost over the years but have shaped me into the person that I am today.
I miss my grandmother’s garden
it used to be my favorite play place;
There I used to watch the butterflies dance
and flutter past my face.
It was a small patch of neatly cultivated land
but to me felt like the whole world;
a place to take a nap
a fairytale of my own.
There sweet peony filled the air
and peaches and pears hung low on trees.
There I used to catch snails
and watch the lightning bugs play with the bees.
It was a land far, far away,
yet close to home - only a stone-throw away
in case something scared me
at the end of the day.
I miss that colorful spot
in the middle of a busy street
and all the pretty flowers that were
in my heart will always be.
Today I’m a mom with a child of my own
whom I’ll tell stories about my old home;
stories about the hands that took care of it all
the hands that once held me and helped me grow.