Le Jardin De Ma Mere, The Garden of My Mother's
Le Jardin De Ma Mere.
A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey,
my mother got outside today!
Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies stood happy, bright.
I'll pick some for her, but never all.
Ma mere dit, "They are so
"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
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
"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 her happiness inside today. "Merci, ma fille"
Ma mere me dit,
tall, in my garden I have it all"
"Merci mon amour.
"You're welcome Mother, J'adore"
Copyright © Marikate Kingston | Year Posted 2021
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