Poems and Poetry

Cycles | A Poem by Stan Morrison

My mother’s plants flourished in our garden
her azaleas and jasmine bloomed
in the spring following her death
from their vulnerable transplanted state
they prospered and assumed new prominence
with stronger roots and assured strong contours,
like my mother, I love to nurture,
I delight in signs of new growth.

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