my mothers garden

My mother’s garden, gray all my life I’ve lived in the city and the only color I saw was gray, Gary streets, gray buildings, gray lamp posts, always gray but despite this I could always count on my mom for color be it in the cold Washington winters or the hot Monterrey summers my house always had color and that color came from my mother’s garden, the green Juliet’s and Romeos all tangled up trying to see who can reach the top first, the white jasmine flowers always at the entrance always greeting you with their smell, the red poinsettia always bringing the holiday spirit  even in spring and the humming birds in summer making sound with their wings. Everyone loves my mother’s garden it´s become her staple whenever someone need help with plants she´s the one they ask, if you want to find our house its always the one with the garden. she´s very good with them sometimes one of her plants dies and she will bring it back to life, others a nasty plague will come to the garden and try to take her plants but somehow, she can always get rid of it, despite the heat and sometimes the cold she always finds a way to keep the garden going, she might even spend the whole weekend thinking of new ways to make the garden look better, she might even offer it to visitors like caterpillars so they can gain the strength they need for the long journey ahead or some small animals that need a place to rest in the night. I've never really wondered why me mother loves her garden so much everyone needs a hobby or something to do with their spear time but know that I think about it, it’s not just another hobby she really cares for her garden almost like another pet or son I think that my mother simply enjoys life and taking care of it that’s why it’s so important for her to see her garden thrive and why she get really sad when she can´t find out what’s wrong with one of her plants or when someone injures one of them because to her it´s like she´s failing to take care of one of her own, I hope she never loses that love for life so that in the future everyone has a chance to enjoy all the color the garden brings.

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a poem dedicated tu my mother

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