On Mother's Day

My mother has a garden where abundant borders grow. To keep the plot in harmony she’ll hoe and weed and mow. This time of year is cruel - not all the plants would thrive if it were not for my mother whose care keeps them alive. Yet she tends another garden With an orchard far away - Where she sends the love the fruit trees need to blossom every day. And with my love I send my mum the flowers in this bouquet.