Poppa's Victory Garden
Papa’s Victory Garden
we begin
many folk began vegetable gardens
in answer to a call from Ottawa.
be a good citizen help support
the boys overseas, fighting for us.
Poppa took it very seriously.
He asked the land lord
for a bit of land hidden beneath
the prideful lawn and he began to dig.
I loved the mud all squishy
between my toes
making cakes decorated with pebbles
and dandelions for sun icing.
squatting like a little toad
by mounded earth I got to poke
holes for corn, peas, tomatoes,
salads, especially momma's potato.
I didn’t understand about war
I was two, life was growing
in me and the garden.
The sun made me warm,
the vegetables grew, the world was simple.
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