My family’s in the garden
the past grows ever green
my mom is in the phlox
most surely, though unseen
her dad in the tomatoes
my green-thumbed Grandpa Mauck
son of North Carolina
whose hills rolled in his talk
Grandma O’Hern in moss roses
her summer’s tried-and-true
her son, my dad, in marigold
(the only flower he knew!)
the dill for an unknown
its air a bit of mystery
but I know it figures somewhere
in my leafy family history
I don’t come (as they say) from money
I come more from dirt
so it’s good to feel them back
in horticultural concert.
Oddments 
August 13, 2017 at 5:16 pm
We share that ‘dirt’ history. 🙂 I was working outside this morning looking at the phlox and thinking of my grandmother. 🙂
August 13, 2017 at 5:32 pm
I know exactly. I like that we share the dirt history.