I am thinking
The flowers
In my parents' garden
Thrive because they are there
Because they watch them
They wait and watch and wonder
If they will thrive
And they try everything
Manure
Miracle-Gro
Manicuring trees
That might get in the way
Of the light.
Watching the light
Questioning the quality
Of the earth
Adding a fence
To protect the young and unguarded
From rabbits and the dog
The flowers thrive
In all this thinking
Bees come
Nobody flinches
Nobody swats away
The miracle workers
There are people
Everywhere
Thinking of ways
To attract the bees
To stay alive
That's what all this is about
Think. Watch.
Flowers thrive.
Bees come.
Think. Watch.
Please.
My parents watch from their
Patio chairs.
Thinking about flowers,
They protect my inheritance
And yours
Even if they
Never spared you
A thought.
Sandy Carlson Social