Photo (above) credit: Patti Foley
Her Peonies Still Bloom
Mom’s peonies bloomed
this week
on the twenty-ninth anniversary
of her death
Transplants from
her garden
where we kids had been
reluctant helpers
She tended these beauties
as she tended most things
with frenzied intensity
followed by collapse
Only the hardy and wily survived
over-pruned shrubs didn’t
friends with thin skins
fell away
We learned to grow quietly
bloom predictably
endure stoically
just like those peonies
One month after her death
Dad decided to destroy
her garden
it too would be buried under sod
He made a last call
come
and salvage
what we could
Note: Carol’s poem Her Peonies Still Bloom has been published in the League of Canadian Poets Fresh Voices #28.
About Carol Good:
Since retiring, Carol has redirected her creativity into writing – mostly poetry. Her pandemic projects have included publishing of her first poetry collection – Alive & 65: a celebration for her 65th birthday and joining the League of Canadian Poets. She lives in an octagonal century home with her very handy husband located on the Treaty Lands and Territory of the Mississaugas of the Credit First Nation. She recognizes the land as being home and traditional territory to other Indigenous people since time immemorial.
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