Monday, August 24, 2015

My Mama Grows a Garden

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

to water

her flowers

from the rain barrel

Now my brother and I gather flowers

for mama

in room 110.