my mother’s garden was hidden
tended to when no one was looking
watered with her tears
and filled with flowers
she kept safe
from the cruelty of life
she loved her garden
where birds sang
and beauty was everywhere
but I never saw it fully
just a glimpse now and then
when she laughed
or smiled
I think a lot of gardens
are secrets
safe places
where women can breathe
and rest
after burying their disappointment
grief
and broken hearts
Photo: Pixabay
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that is a lovely poem, thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you so very much.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Thank you Christine.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A secret place
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A bittersweet beauty, Gi!
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