My Mother’s Garden
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ink and spices.
She is a glass deliciously full
Your favorite song with just the right rhythm
A new pair of dancing shoes
with just enough room to grow into.
She carries herself with a special kind of optimism.
Tending to her garden with the hope
that each year new buds will come back.
Collecting seeds with the promise of new growth.
We are of the same garden.
She planted her roots in me
Teaching me how to blossom.
Gardens have seasons yet she is always in full bloom.
In a word she is perennial.
Unceasing in her love.
Like the flowers are singing for you.
June 26, 2017