My mother planted gardens
Green tomatoes,
Yellow, sometimes red

She tended them
And raised them
To be beautiful

She took such care with her plants
Some would think she'd have none left for her family
But she did
She was bursting with love
It flowed out of her like breath
Even when she was lonely, unloved,

She still loved

She loved with everything she had
And she raised me to be beautiful
She gave me everything she had
She gave my father all she had to give
And we drank in her love

And at times we ****** her dry
But she loved us all the same

She raised me like she raised her garden
She tended to me, she cared for me,
She made me beautiful
She was this warm light that surrounded us
And kept us safe

And when that light went out
We were blind

She tended us and cared for us
But we depended on her to grow
Our bodies, they grew, but our minds,

Our hearts were left in that room
On that Christmas Eve mourning

Our instincts made us move forward
Yet every step we took was not our own
We were new
These bodies were not ours
These hearts did not beat the same
A piece was missing

But we moved on
Because we had to

We found others in our path
And we used them to fill that hole
We tried to piece ourselves together like puzzles

But the pieces never fit quite right
Something was always missing

My mother loved gardens and she loved her family
And I loved my mother
So I tried to make a garden as beautiful as hers
But somehow my hands couldn’t tend them
Without her hand in mine
I couldn’t love them like they needed
Because her love had gone
I couldn’t grow them to be beautiful

Because my growth stopped
When the most beautiful person in my life was ripped away

I couldn’t tend those plants like they deserved
But somehow they are beautiful and they still grow
I like to think there is still a part of her in me
A part I’ve made myself forget
To dull the ache

I have to feel her now
I have to feel that choking dark
That sometimes threatens to break me
Because the only remnant of her is my garden
The one my mother planted in me
In the hopes that I will see
That I can make my garden as beautiful as hers
And my baby and I will walk through it
Hand in hand

And I’ll feel my mother smile when I realize
That the hole in my heart was always just an
Empty space waiting for a blossom