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.
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