Splashes of ridged green spears
filled her yard in columns of biblical promise,
sweet versatile herb.  

Its growth took over the south end
with underground roots, twined  deep
searching for moisture in city clumps of dirt and rock.

It weaves intricate trajectories
along the battered fence row. waiting in patience
for her aged hands to snap off several leaves for tomato salad.  

When picked it released its prized fragrance
embracing  her like a savory, satin shawl
or the warm scent of a long-lost lover.  

She remembers braiding its green branches
as delicate wreaths to lay gently upon the heads
of her daughters, halos of grace.