We are His gardeners, tending his flowers, helping them grow….. And bloom they will, and bloom they will, in the sunshine of their own innocence and goodwill.

With the water of love and air of merriment making them grow strong. Song of Joy, Song of Happiness as we go singing by

This poem is dedicated to all parents who work so hard to keep us happy, safe and satisfied. Thanks Mom and Dad for everything ❤️