With grape vines climbing a trellis
Morning glories where you might not expect.
Surprise pumpkins from her compost
Which she did before it was cool
A peony from the first house Brian and I owned
Gooseberries just like on the farm
Corn from seed her son brought from far away lands
squash
And poppies anywhere
the winds might blow
just like her lovely dill
tiny apples for juice all winter
My mama wears her gardening shoes
to water
her flowers
from the rain barrel
Now my brother and I gather flowers
for mama
in room 110.
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8 comments:
Beautiful memories of your Mother, her garden growing so richly even while she fades. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Equally heartbreaking and joyful. Like life.
You'll be harvesting from your mama's garden for the rest of your days...
How beautiful. I know you know this, but it is a rare blessing that she went straight from her garden home to the hospital, at 89. Mom had 10 years of lodge living, no garden. Your stories and pictures so remind me of mom. I still have 2 house plants from her - had 3 until my grand-cat killed one, this spring, after 8 years.
in 2013, just after my dad died, my sister's parents-in-law, in California, left the farm, moved into care and passed away, all in 3 months, and died within a month of each other. It sounds a bit like your parents.
It is so very hard to lose them. It is so very wonderful you had them. Your family of non-bickering siblings is their legacy.
Those words of Karla, above, are very profound.
Hugs, love and light.
This was wonderful. Thank you.
Margot
Safe in the arms of Jesus.
Joyce, you are now an orphan. Your kids have no more Kehler grandparents. I am sorry.
Appreciate you bloggingg this
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