A Child Laments

Once heard about those birds and the bees and their exploits of pollination, amidst the flowers the trees. Now I knew why we had a beautiful garden when every morning through the dew, my mother would trudge and take in the scent of the Roses, my father never too far behind. Once when inquiring where I was born. “In the back garden beneath the cabbage patch” Wow, talk about being a vegetable! © Harry J Horsman 2013