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Feb 2021
The scent of tuberose flows from the garden
through my childhood window
and kisses my senses.
The therapy of spring planting
brings the promise of summer joy.
Strong and beautiful like my mother
who gardens daily to grow,
while she struggles to survive this life.
Tuberose and her unwavering love of family
Save her.
Save me.
Written by
May Santiago
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   Isaac afunadhula
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