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Grandmother’s Garden
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A gentlewoman leans upon
her wooden cane
as she reaches up to aid
the plants in curling round
their own support
that she has made
Red flowers scarlet
as once her lips
in former days
capture
her eyes that echo
her hair of cloudy gray
But strength
is still visible
in her gardener’s arms
as they embrace
her children’s children
like a jeweler gathering charms
There’s no need
to bring fresh flowers
when they come
for she desires blooming faces
of granddaughters
and grandsons!
Wendy/2012
The Christmas Cactus is from cuttings off of my Grandmother’s plant.
Blessings ~ Wendy