Gardening With Mom
Mom’s working in the garden
and it’s really quite a sight!
She owns some pretty dentures
but they never feel quite right
so they sit out on the counter
morning, noon, and night.
(I’ve seen her wear them once or twice.)
No teeth, no makeup, no bra—too tight.
She’s wrestling with lupins
and it’s a dirty, sweaty fight!
Even blackflies keep their distance
as they watch in awe and fright.
Guess I’d better grab a shovel
and work with all my might
to help her dig a little deeper
while there’s still a hint of light!
April, 2003
Flowerpoet 