Please listen to the amazing poetry. The healing, The sunflower..

The healing, the sunflowers..

My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather.

He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth.

He told me often. We are all gardeners. I raised four children and

they are strong and so beautiful.

Now I plant the sunflowers seeds and I care for my roses.

My garden are my children too.

He told me on a warm late May day. If life is heavy.

Come to my home and we will solve any problem, you have.

He loved the sunflowers, the 12 foot plants reaching for the sun.

He told me often. The family is our garden. We must care for, be the safe place to come to.

Now I am the grandfather and I tried to be like my grandfather.

I take care of my many rose bushes and I plant the sunflowers in my yard.

My children know. I am the safe place. I will stand with them in the good or bad days.

My grandfather, my grandmother taught me. Our family is our wealth.

Coyote