My Mother’s Garden
my mother vowed her life to a Garden
that sprouted into hugs for her to hold
I didn't think much of it
as long as my mother was happy
it wasn’t plentiful or prestigious
it smelled weird after it was watered
but my mother proceeded to tend it
and continued to let it grow
she overspent money to let it flourish
when the Garden drowned she’d blame herself
as I grew older I thought it was a waste
life would be better if we didn't have that Garden
her concern grew larger and tended she did
her focus no longer turned to anything else
but i couldn't say anything
because it would only make her feel worse
one day she stepped out of the house
the Garden had wilted and drooped down
I waited until she returned
her tears raced down the browned leaves
she blames herself for the Garden
as the dried leaves compost into grass
I wish I could give her the same company
that the Garden had
I wish I knew how much that Garden meant to her
I wish that Garden meant something to me
