Gardener
(a sonnet)
Long after sprouting had begun,
Through times of good and times of ill
The garden grows great and strong, still
Warded and watched through shade and sun.
Fed and braced, watered and weeded,
From seedlings to sprouts to these
Healthy, upright, towering trees,
The gardener’s given what’s needed.
Though what has grown may not be
Those plants she thought she would see,
She’s helped bring out into the light
What’s grown strong and straight, whole and right.
For great gifts given, my gardener, I thank you;
For that and more, my mother, I love you.
© 2008 Sorn Skald
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