Garden Center
There she sits in the midst of my garden
beneath the roses and poses;
delighting in the daffodils like those on the hill.
The sun opened four eyes-
colorful tulips and her brown eyes
The sun just opened before my eyes.
Oh my, what a chore to reach the core!
Look at her hoeing and weeding,
flinging sweat from her brow;
to behold the beauty within.
Just clear the “stuff”-
hurts and pains;
blames and shames;
cruses and lies;
chameleonic righteous
and their exaggerated colors!
Destroy the lies, then
bury them in a sand hole.
only in her rich garden flowers grow
look at how she takes great pleasure
in tending her garden and share
the fruits of her labor.
Almedia S. Knight or ASK
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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