MUMMY’S GARDEN

Dewy footprints at break of day,

Tracks upon the lawn.

Shadow’s chased away

By the sunrise early morn.

 

Under pergolas of hanging bells,

Bougainvillea in myriad shades,

Frangipani’s fragrant smells

Pervade the forest glades.

 

Cape Chestnut’s pink confetti,

And fiery Nandi Flames.

Every tree a memory:

You knew all their Latin names.

 

Carefully tended fruitiers:

Washington naval & stripy-lime,

The giant Araucarias

That Sacred Ibis climb.

 

We’d sit on the veranda

‘Neath spreading Acacia trees,

And purple Jacaranda

That used to make you sneeze!

 

The crickets start to hiss,

And the sun’s sucked up the dew.

You created all of this;

Mummy, your garden misses you.

 

Written in memory of Sue, 18.5.45 – 3.11.96

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6 Responses to MUMMY’S GARDEN

  1. lly1205 says:

    Wonderful description of a garden, a sweet tribute

  2. Lizzie says:

    SO moving. Sue would have loved the poem.
    Really great to write it on Nov 3rd.
    xxx

  3. Where is the “love” button? I don’t know you or your Mum but this heartfelt tribute to someone who obviously knew her plants is really touching. Thanks for sharing your memories.

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MUMMY’S GARDEN

Dewy footprints at break of day,

Tracks upon the lawn.

Shadow’s chased away

By the sunrise early morn.

 

Under pergolas of hanging bells,

Bougainvillea in myriad shades,

Frangipani’s fragrant smells

Pervade the forest glades.

 

Cape Chestnut’s pink confetti,

And fiery Nandi Flames.

Every tree a memory:

You knew all their Latin names.

 

Carefully tended fruitiers:

Washington naval & stripy-lime,

The giant Araucarias

That Sacred Ibis climb.

 

We’d sit on the veranda

‘Neath spreading Acacia trees,

And purple Jacaranda

That used to make you sneeze!

 

The crickets start to hiss,

And the sun’s sucked up the dew.

You created all of this;

Mummy, your garden misses you.

 

Written in memory of Sue, 18.5.45 – 3.11.96

About Alex Barton

www.newsrealpoetry.wordpress.com
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