GRACE IN THE GARDEN

20Nov
by deuxiemepeau

My mother hangs memories
on the wall of her garden
in the land where her grandparents toiled,
on a wall in the garden
are my mother’s memories
that not autumn, winter or summer can spoil.

There are tea pots and trinkets
and there are trophies and tack
and mirrors watching time brushing past,
and a blue bird, once my bird,
upon the side of my crib
proving somethings from childhood can last.

My mother has memories
now rooted in her garden
next to bushes and berries in bloom,
there are things that can tickle
and there are things that can touch
and things that were broken or just had no room.

My mother’s hanging hope
on the walls in her garden
to cradle the heart in when it’s cold,
in the heart there’s a garden
where we cradle the grace
that my mother plants just like it were gold.

 

Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly, the Grace and Garden by Mona Donnelly

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15 thoughts on “GRACE IN THE GARDEN”

  4. Chuck

    I have always wished I understood and could write poetry. In saying this, your writing about you Mother was simple yet elegant. Thank you for sharing.

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  6. Stefanie Neumann

    Aww, a true fairy garden!
    You beautifully conveyed the feeling of this place in photographic and word-images.
    Love the pictures of a garden in every heart and of your mother having her special way of planting grace.
    Much love,
    Steffi

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