Hair like a Japanese Maple.
Tending to the garden while she’s able.
Planted lilies with love and care,
knowing she won’t always be there,
To protect the Japanese Maple.

Rose bushes grow their thorns
while she watches them whether the storm.
The hostas died,
not a tear she cried,
She had to water the Japanese Maple.

Pumpkins seeds from last October
waiting till the winter’s over.
Now ready to plant,
as she says her chant,
taking the role of consoler.
She loved that Japanese Maple.