The Writings & Thoughts of Douglas Thomas Garrett
I never got a Valantine, I know it sounds absurd.
I never sent a Velantine, I couldn’t spell the word.
But lady luck was good to me, I don’t deserve my fate.
She overlooked my ignorance and sent to me my mate.
She cooks, she cleans, my every wish is taken care, I tell.
So here’s to you my Vallentine, if only I could spell.
-Doug Garrett
We have planted things together through the years.
Some planted with our laughter, some our tears.
Of all the things our garden ever grew,
Were the Children that God gave me and you.
When all were seedlings, how were we to know
How beautiful these things would one day grow?
How precious, as we now enjoy their shade,
The difference having children really made.
Have courage then for Christ is yet our strength.
He takes us to the path’s most utter length,
Where we meet again, with all that we have sown,
What matters most? The children we have grown.
-Doug Garrett
