My Mother’s Garden- poem

Inspired by prompt from Brave and Reckless https://wp.me/p7VIYa-5tm

 I grew from the soil of my mother’s garden

And the seeds she’d sewn

What water came to me? 

What beating throne? 

A product and in spite

Of her,  the jagged petals came

Jeweled in sunlit dew drops

Bathed in tonic rain

Bites and little freckles

On my skin to stay

Some muscle, some scares

Some sinus torn away.

Reminders of my mother’s garden

Rooted deep in clay.

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