When my mother is sad
she buys plants
Crisp chrysanthemums,
Swaying sunflowers,
Sunset roses
A garden of love—
or maybe growth.
I’m not sure.
Elbow deep in earth,
she plants roots.
Maybe she’s creating new roots
filling the loss of her family
of her friends
her home
Or maybe
she likes to look at the colors through the window
like stained glass and rainbows,
a garden of her own.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
When my mother is sad
she buys plants
Crisp chrysanthemums,
Swaying sunflowers,
Sunset roses
A garden of love—
or maybe growth.
I’m not sure.
Elbow deep in earth,
she plants roots.
Maybe she’s creating new roots
filling the loss of her family
of her friends
her home
Or maybe
she likes to look at the colors through the window
like stained glass and rainbows,
a garden of her own.
