Grandmother’s Garden


Grandmother’s Garden


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


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!


The Christmas Cactus is from cuttings off of my Grandmother’s plant.

Blessings ~ Wendy