My Honey Bed
Now when summer days are warm, I get my folding chair
And sit down in my garden green, and dream without a care.
I bring something cool to drink, a jar of tea with mint
I sit here in my Honey Bed, and here's a little hint...
There is a story behind this bed, I'll tell it to you now
The reason why it came about-the when, the why, the how.
Our family had a little dog and Honey was her name
Her fur was soft and honey gold, beloved she became.
She liked to follow us around and cuddle on our laps
She even liked to snuggle up with us on afternoon naps.
She was loved by everyone in our family
But now she's gone and in our hearts, lives her memory.
So we made a garden long that blooms in summer hours
It's full of plants that feed the bees...bee-friendly flowers!
Lavender and Lamb's Ears, Sage and Violets blue
Thyme and mint and geranium, Michaelmas Daisies too.
The honey bees are here all day, their work is never done
Gathering pollen and nectar sweet in the summer sun.
And when they turn their grains of dust into honey gold
I'll stir it in my cup of tea in days of winter cold.
So when I sit in my honey bed, I think of my golden friend
With the garden I made in her name-the memory never ends.
written by Christine Summerfield/July 2016