Marikate Kingston Poet Rhyme

Le Jardin De Ma Mere, Son Endroit Heureux

Le Jardin De Ma Mere.


      A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey,
      my mother got outside today!

      Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies smiled happy and bright.
      I'll pick some for her, but never all.
      Ma mere dit, "They are so 
     "fragrant, 
      pretty, 
      tall"
     "Would you fill the vase in the hall?"  "Oui"  "Merci"

      Her home, a place she could once roam alone, is now surrounded
      by a daisy wreath, 
      her garden beauty and peace.
     
      "A Whip-poor-will, bumble bugs, my garden feels like nature hugs"

       A smile gently lights her face,                      
      "You know this is my happy place"  "Oui, ma mere"

      Mais, mother tires easily. She is sick, you'd never know. She doesn't let 
      her pain show.
      
      The captain of her chair, a blue pillow always resting there, hiding a tiny 
      tear.
    
     "Forget me not" she whispers.
     "Mother, your other favorite bloom, I can assume?"

      I wheel her to her room.
    
     She smiles at her grand bouquet.
     It brought happiness inside today. "Merci, ma fille"
     
     Ma mere me dit, "They are so
    "fragrant, 
     pretty, 
     tall, in my garden I have it all"

   "Merci mon amour.
    "You're welcome Mother, J'adore"

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Robert Gorelick December 29, 2021 at 9:51 AM a fined impression...tres magnifique! like a manet painting Marikate Kingston January 6, 2022 at 11:48 PM I'm so touched at everyone's praise for this poem It's about my mother with cancer. She was a French teacher who loved flowers that brought her so much joy. This was her garden and her house. Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I wrote it, and although I did, I cry when I read it. Merci.

Paulette Calasibetta November 2, 2021 at 6:32 PM So beautiful and sweet~sharing a bond with your mother so eloquently expressed with enormous beauty and grace. This is a very special poem, a memoir. Blessings, Paulette Marikate Kingston January 6, 2022 at 11:48 PM I'm so touched at everyone's praise for this poem It's about my mother with cancer. She was a French teacher who loved flowers that brought her so much joy. This was her garden and her house. Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I wrote it, and although I did, I cry when I read it. Merci.

Jennifer Fenn August 16, 2021 at 7:51 PM How moving! I can tell you are very close to your mother. That is a beautiful thing. Marikate Kingston September 10, 2021 at 3:21 PM Thank you for the nice comment. My mom was swish and elegant, beautiful and kind. She had a gorgeous voice and often sang, Streisand, Ella Fitzgerald, hummed Gershwin and Peggy Lee. She was a French professor with her P.h.D at 52. At 60 she passed away. This poem is about me taking care of her. Thank you for your nice praise.

Sam Kauffman July 28, 2021 at 9:01 AM C'est tres beau Marikate! Le jardin de ta mere a l'air si beau. Love the addition of the French phrases. Tres charmant! Marikate Kingston January 6, 2022 at 11:52 PM Thank you for the nice comment. My mom was swish and elegant, beautiful and kind. She had a gorgeous voice and often sang, Streisand, Ella Fitzgerald, hummed Gershwin and Peggy Lee. She was a French professor with her P.h.D at 52. At 60 she passed away. This poem is about me taking care of her. Thank you for your nice praise. Marikate Kingston September 10, 2021 at 3:11 PM Merci beaucoup! Marikate Kingston September 10, 2021 at 2:59 PM Merci ...

Line Gauthier July 3, 2021 at 4:26 AM Such a beautiful poem, Marikate ~ totally delightful Marikate Kingston January 6, 2022 at 11:54 PM Thank you for the nice comment. My mom was swish and elegant, beautiful and kind. She had a gorgeous voice and often sang, Streisand, Ella Fitzgerald, hummed Gershwin and Peggy Lee. She was a French professor with her P.h.D at 52. At 60 she passed away. This poem is about me taking care of her. Thank you for your nice praise.

Joanna Daniel June 27, 2021 at 3:02 AM Your mom's love of gardening shines through just like your love for your mother, Marikate:) nice work:) Marikate Kingston January 6, 2022 at 11:50 PM I'm so touched at everyone's praise for this poem It's about my mother with cancer. She was a French teacher who loved flowers that brought her so much joy. This was her garden and her house. Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I wrote this, and although I did, I cry when I read it. Merci.