My Garden
My garden doesn’t grow here anymore,
geraniums in a box on my porch floor.
I’d like to have a lovely garden yard
but with my arthritis that’s too hard.
So, I must settle for geraniums,
and in the fall be satisfied with mums.
I tend a garden of a different kind,
the one that generates inside my mind
and with good thoughts the gentle flowers grow
making happiness I've come to know.
7/31/20
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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