Walking again today
through my Daddy’s garden
I become a child.
The scent of honey-sweet allysum
is carried by the first wind
of the end of summer.
I can not find a poetic way
to say that
the towering hastas
smell like honeysuckle
and gardenias
combined,
but I don’t mind,
because I do not yet read
and I do not yet write.
The discovery itself
is poetry,
a metaphor
that I can understand
with all five senses
as I stand in the center
of this garden
and breathe.
The Daily Turn #13: Daddy’s Garden
Daddy &I enjoyed. We look forward to your poem each morning. A breath of fresh air to begin the day.
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You are sweet, Mama. I so enjoyed being in the garden and at the house with you both on Wednesday. It is such a special place. I am so thankful that my kids have a place like that to go and breathe… Love you both so much.
Your words are food for my soul…thank you for sharing. Keep ’em coming 🙂
Thank you, Deidre! I wish we lived closer so our kids could know one another… Your family is so beautiful.