in the garden
a bee stings a child's nose,
life's blossom of discovery.
in the garden
a daughter plants Dusty Millers
along a pathway.
in the garden
a mother prunes roses,
ridged thorns, petals perfumed.
in the garden
a grandmother sprinkles water on geraniums,
dusky green, ruby red.
in the garden
a bee buzzes solo
over ground dry and fallow,
searching for a child's
first blossom.
Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker
nice one...nice progression as well from bee, to child to mom to grandmom back to bee...
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