In Spring the gardener finds out death–
What fruit tree limbs did not overwinter.
Some stems twig and bud and bloom,
Some stems splinter.
I lost a limb some seasons back
From my own flesh–my firstborn daughter.
Time healed the break, but I still lack
The apples of her laughter.
Adam lives with his wife and children in central New Mexico near the ranch his great-grandfather lost in the Great Depression. He is a member of the www.jrganymede.com blog.His oldest daughter, Betsey Pearl, died of cancer in the spring of 2005.
3 thoughts on “The Gardener Finds Out Death by Adam G”
The draft version of the poem is here:
My thanks to Sis. PK for her valuable suggestions.
Obviously from the heart. Moving. Thanks.
Ah, really lovely.