My mind is a garden,

my thoughts are the seeds.

I can grow flowers,

Or I can grow weeds.

My thoughts fly around,

Getting caught in the breeze

Of rushing through life

And wishing for ease.

There is much to do

With so little time.

How do I care for others

When I can barely care for mine?

I have to do this.

I need to do that.

But I can’t concentrate.

Where is my mind at?

This makes me angry.

That makes me upset.

This is so unfair.

Why do I always fret?

A soft gentle voice

Breaks through the haze.

My feet on the ground

Standing firmly in place.

“Mama, I need you.”

“Here I am love.”

He reaches for my hand

And it fits like a glove.

“Mama, look at this.”

“WOW! That is grand!”

She shows me a shell

That she found in the sand.

“Honey, come here.”

“I’m coming, dear.”

He gives me a hug

And calms all my fear.

I take a deep breath

And soak it all in.

Tension melts away.

My lips form a grin.

The weeds begin to wilt.

My mind starts to clear.

A quick time out

Is the beginning of cheer.

Look in front of you.

Let the air kiss your skin.

Listen to the joy

And feel what is within.

Blessings like rain

Soon drip into my mind.

Reasons to give thanks

Become easy to find.

Those negative thoughts

Will eventually yield

As you count your many blessings

Like beautiful flowers in the field.