Helen's Pinks

Helen's Pinks
Un-named flower
piercing pink
seeds and cuttings
bestowed generation
to generation
struggle through
unyieldy soils
a plume or two
reaching for the sun

 
a mother's child
scoops the seeds
overwinters a dozen
sealed in a jam jar
then late in Spring
pokes holes
in soil treated
with water, peat
and lime
covers each one
with his finger

 
last year
a solitary blossom
wantonly pink
brilliant in October
The son said
I hope it's not an omen
 
His mother died
mid-winter

 
This spring
a profusion
of pinks
march untended through
the gardens
A memorial poem
by Randy
Siobhan's memorial
to her mother
Randy's
memorial garden
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