I remember Mom in the grass
Gloved and at battle with the weeds
careful to point out the varieties of flowers
knowing common plus scientific
the kittens and I her bored companions

Today she’s a shell, pale pink and curved
asking me the name of those red ones
Bee Balm, yes, Be Balm

picking blueberries later with Isabella and Jasmine
I hear Izzy say I can see grandma’s flowers from here
white ones, and pink ones, and red ones 

Today’s garden is overgrown

After picking we pass peach colors
peering out
listen to me tell my nieces
Those are called Day Lilies.