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Keeping my plants alive

Updated: Mar 22, 2020

A tiny tendril escapes

From the yellow -brown stalk

Life salvaged from nearly-crumbling-into-the-soil

I smile triumphant

I think of my mother

And her fifty-three pots

Of lilies, orchids, roses

Even a patch of tomatoes

Behind the outhouse

The sparkle of her eyes

Lovingly caresses those lives

Tending them the same way she has

The lives from her womb

We flew away from the nest

Barren soil of emptiness

And she planted a garden of petunias

In the soil damp with longing

A sprinkle of prayers for all her children

We got our own plants to keep alive

But while my plants often shrivel and die

Of thirst and neglect

Hers sprout magnificent

Under her warm smile

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