In Mommy's Garden

It is 1995. My mother
Prances throughout her garden.
She pulls and she plants
A whirlwind of colors.

An early summer warmth
Curls itself around my petite frame.
Because I am barely one,
I innocently bounce in my
Hydraulic entertainment.

Mommy hauls bags of
Cedar rich mulch and fresh fertilizer.
She never needed the man power,
She could do it herself.

My father keeps a watchful eye
Planted on me as I fly
Around the small patio area.
Lucky lays beside me in the sun.

Mommy’s garden makes me smile.
Because I am barely one,
I carelessly gobble the small
Tomatoes form the plant.
The garden brings a type of serenity,
A safe haven for a feeble infant.
The colors make mommy beautiful
And because I am barely one,
I think she is an angel.