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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2085712
His floral devotion to Mother lives on.


Pouches of pink lady slippers
daintily bob about stoic stalks
of neon white trillium
beneath a barren window box
father crafted
from his Papa's wooden tool box,
painted white,
now cracked and gray.
She eyed it every which way.
Her crooked smile hung upside down.
Mother couldn't right her happy frown.

Clusters of lilacs,
fragrant splashing hues
of buttons on bulging cones,
adorn a canopy over the black shed,
peeled and warped by winters of neglect.
He planted each bush
with roots scrounged
from the abandoned school yard of yesterday.
She had eyed it every which way.
Her crooked smile hung upside down.
Mother couldn't right her happy frown.

Freckled leopard lilies,
rise ethereal, huddled 'neath
brittle bow of gleaming hemlock,
above the flat headstone
bearing her name.
Sweat mingling with tears,
the selfless gardener with spade
moves dirt in her shade.
He eyed it every which way
and remembered how her smile
always hung upside down.


STATIC
Efflorescence Song  (E)
A higher love exists when you're alone amid nature.
#2085912 by Legend Unborn
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