Mother's Beautiful Garden

For Mom, of course; one of many, but one of my favorites for her!

MOTHER'S BEAUTIFUL GARDEN

 

I have painted you, often, with words,

Whose sound are like the tenderness of your music;

Still ahead, lie things of which you have not heard;

Flowers in your garden song, yet to pick;

Beauty began, for me, within you,

At the loving moment I as designed;

Before from me a single breath blew,

You loved me withall of your heart and mind;

You passed me into the being within I, now, reside

And held me close, in my unknowing state;

You opened each door, where I tried to hide,

And were, both, my hero and my favorite playmate;

You held roses for me that I might smell beauty,

Without knowing the pain of their thorns;

You called my attention to the robins' symphony,

So with sweet music I would start all morns;

All of my clothing was the softest were sewed,

That I might feel the comfort of caring;

You raised me up and taught me to walk the road,

While being both cautious and daring;

At first just a mimic, you gave me sound

And, later, made sense of all of it;

We examined together the treasure that I found

And you knew about it, every little bit;

You see, a mother can see beauty on a dirty face

Or can find beauty in a discarded trinket;

A mother knows beauty has but one hiding place;

Beauty is everywhere she seeks to find it;

Sadly, beauty grows beyond a mother

And outside the realm of her protection;

At times, beauty can hurt and smother,

When I allow it to change my heart's direction;

But, my mother is an eternal safe nest,

Where within, anywhere and anytime, I find repose;

In the shelter of her endless love, I can always rest,

Remembering how mother's beautiful garden grows.

 

Author's Note

Even before her divorce, my mother was a single parent, because my father was always on the road driving a bus.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

It's funny I read this now, after thoughts I had earlier today. On his death bed, my father said he looked forward to seeing his mother's flowers once again. I took his meaning literally, but now, after reading your poem, I see that there could be deeper meaning. Thank you very much for expanding my concept of flowers.

[Susie Q]

AWESOME!!! I LOVE IT, HOW PROUD CAN ONE MOTHER BE. All mother's should be able to read this on MOTHER'S DAY May 08 2010. What a great tribute.

[An owl on the moon]

I simply love the peace and beauty of gardens, and here you make a life the richest garden of all... filled with all we need to lift our spirits in those most painful times.. This is alive with wonders. So well done.

[deeps]

I can feel this one I have been there before.
Divorce can hurt. I like the feelings you presented here.