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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.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
My Mother’s Garden
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.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
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