Safe inside, I see the landscaper Planting life, while yours is fading Lavender, my mother’s gift, Near the tree he wanted To dig up and unearth Innocent sapling Snug in the soil Let it take Root and Live
Pregnant, carrying a baby I know will die, I watch our garden take shape. I have decided to end my pregnancy early. We're told the Hazel tree in the corner will probably not survive; the rainwater tank will block the tree's roots. Paradoxically I cannot allow the tree to be unearthed.