PROMPT RESPONSE: THE FRUITS OF HIS LABOR
Grandad’s Hydrangeas
The fruit of his labor
‘The fruit derived from labor is the sweetest of pleasures’ Luc de Clapiers (1715–1747) source
Grandad’s hydrangeas, A vista for neighbours, Admired by all passing by. The fruits of his labor aw’d floral arrangers — His garden brought tears to their eyes!
With vision and ardor he worked in his parlour, transforming a canvas of white. A vase etched, for starters, (the blooms a bit harder) — he labored through day, and the night.
When blooms had been painted, Creativity sated — He rested until the new day. Grandma was elated, A frame now created — “All finished!” he cheered. “Hip-hurray!”
A carver — wood-turner, Piano man, crooner; his talents a source of delight. Our man of great humour And calming demeanour, Passed on under starry moonlight.
Tho’ I can’t fill his shoes He hovers — my muse, as I work in my parlour alone. When I’m stuck and confused His love will infuse ‘till my artistry worries have flown.
Grandad’s hydrangeas still delight strangers; admired by all passing through. The fruit of his labor is something he gave us to cherish — and surely — we do!
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