This year, RGC lost a dear friend, Mary Ann Booth Cabot. As part of our remembrance of Mary Ann, we were introduced to Sam Furman’s poem If Friendship Were A Garden. This year’s Garden Week in Georgia posts focus on this beautiful poem and all it entails. We’ll talk about friends, gardens, plants, garden clubs, and, most importantly friendship. Let’s open the week with the poem.
If Friendship Were A Garden
If friendship were a garden,
Then flowers ‘d be the friends
How well our gardens cultivate
On each gardener that depends.
Some flowers must remain in light,
And some will need support
But all require love and care
Regardless of their sort.
We grow our gardens row by row
One flower at a time
Helping each establish roots
Our efforts quite sublime.
Each flower that we’ve ever touched
In truth will touch us back
Either with a soft caress
Or thorns that stab like tacks
But every once and then again
A single bud may loom
More brilliant than the other ones,
It is a special bloom.
These are ones that should be cherished
In hopes they will remain
To lose them from our gardens would
Engulf our hearts with pain.
And so this blossom I bestow,
With thanks for all we share
For you, a special gardener
Have shown me love and care.