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
listen to me tell my nieces
Those are called Day Lilies.
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the contrast of the colorful garden with the sadness of what your once vibrant mother
has come to