The Garden Mother

the Garden Mother

somehow I shall wander and seem to find 
the solace once was there and now left behind
the door it was closed and then locked too tight
and still he crept silently in late at night
bristly, stolen kisses he took from a she
the tears in the shadows he refused to see
and yet I arrived so safe and secure
I'm alive and at peace salvation my cure


now who was this madman, a thief you could say
a monster by nightfall, an angel by day
torturous years passing by too damn slow
not allowing a little flower to thrive or to grow
she'll have her day soon in the warmth of the sun
when all the rains wash clean the dirt that was done
from roots will take hold as time seems to fly
her freedom is blissful as she takes in a sigh

                                           onward through time a journey on through

as snow, rain and sunshine blow leaves two by two

today is a new one she's as busy as can be

season's hot weather and glorious is she

to be seen is to share all the charms she displays

tally the moon's left and in winds for to sway

a simple existence of joy to be held

and all of the color will blend and will meld

alone it's quite pretty, but a bunch are more sweet

for there are others like her in the fields yet to meet

there are no more doors now, no locks and no cells

pretty whites and bright yellows and shiny blue bells

I stay where I found the richest of soil

and ferment my scent into purest of oil

remembering a time so to never forget

the hate and the horror and injustice and neglect

and always a little wary and cautious "sweet fleur"

holding my face up high, to the ends endure

onward through time on a journey most over

too much to do here-and no time for clover

pondering the day to see my fruit yield

preparing myself gathering protections to wield

for down deep inside knows the monster will come

returning to the same spot repeating the sum

the hopes to be safe are now clouded in wait

becoming the predator with traps that will bait

and the days are getting fewer so I reflect all mishap

resembling not the pretty "fleur" but now Venus' flytrap

change will do good as I strengthen anew

offspring is safe playing and thirsty for dew

content to just sit by as still a sentry might

not sleeping at dawn or day and not night

I am proud for what I've done, who I am and all such

and ready for the end knowing I'll miss them so much

my time in this garden will be over 'fore long

and my wonderful legacy will remember me strong

onward I see now the journey's complete

the clouds will be watching as the next crops succeed.

15feb2008

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.