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When Father Let the Gardener Go
by Jane E PearceWhen father let the gardner go,
mother watched from the dormer
as the truck drove off, heavy
with sod and spades,
I know she cried a while.
The roses grew gray with aphids,
and slowly bowed their heads,
lifeless swiss cheese leaves
curled and fell, the foxglove,
once tall and vibrant blue
is faded and bent like an old man,
while the japonica wept and withered
in neglected beds.,
the lush rainbownow laid bare.
Mother died a little too
without the gardener's care.04/05/2004 Posted on 04/05/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/05/04 at 11:22 PM wow. this is one of the best I've found in ages on here. It's superb. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/05/04 at 11:23 PM I'm suggesting it for POTD. The fine example of understatement and subtext so vivid but not spelled out, beautifully layered beneath the foliage and blooms and the effects of absence. |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 04/06/04 at 12:41 AM Ah ha. Love it? |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/06/04 at 12:45 AM Funtastic poem Jane.....Charlie |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/06/04 at 09:20 PM Oh my! This is wonderful! The subtle inuendo's are delicious to feast on! Beautiful piece!! |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 04/09/04 at 08:21 PM this is a wonderful read... i could say my praises, but they have already been written above. i love the sly undertones :) excellent |
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