Mother’s Garden


Mother sits in her garden
She digs her knees into the soil
Mother sweats as she works
But her pain only waters the weeds
She watches them grow and suffocate the flowers
So she turns and caresses the flowers
She's gentle but they won't stand on their own
She cries tears
But that only feeds the weeds
Their shadows cast in the great, big garden
Mother becomes a part of their shadow
And in complete darkness
She finally senses peace
She can finally breathe
Because
no matter what happens
Whether the flowers bend, wilt, or die
They will still be there
They'll always be a part of her garden

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