Our Baab (RIP)

“Baab has left the building”

Barbro “Baab” Roswall 1936-2019

Our Baab

She liked to dig in the garden
Even though the terrain was hardened
Taking care of her flowers
Because in them, were all the answers

Sometimes life gave her lemons too
But smirking she said, I will eat a few
The good days and the bad days
She still lived life in her own way

Tough around the edges
But a big heart inside
She had covered all the bases
And we followed her, as a guide

Baab:
You might not be the head gardener
In them gardens divine
But take care of them flowers
And you’ll do just fine!