Baby's Breath
Baby's Breath
(For my sisters and Anne)
. for public domain
For years, I found no time for tender gazes
on flowers and baby's breath in colorful vases.
My sisters, and Anne, however, could spend all the day
cultivating garden beds for the blooms of May.
My share in their floral adventures
was to tote heavy pots of soil,
dig endless holes for spots in beds.
To me it was nothing but toil.
The payment for years of sweaty labor
are whimsical looks from passing neighbors,
and wistful memories of lovely vased blooms
centered neatly on my bedside table,
resting on a clean white doily,
dressed with Baby's Breath
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