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
And poppies anywhere
the winds might blow
just like her lovely dill
tiny apples for juice all winter
My mama wears her gardening shoes
from the rain barrel
Now my brother and I gather flowers
in room 110.