blue sky sunshine
after the torrential rain
mobs of pigeons
© Rachel Green May 2021
Dad's garden
dug by someone other than me
while he sits, glaucoma blind,
in his smoke-filled kitchen.
Someone's using his garden
without his knowledge but he doesn't care.
He remembers it when Mum was alive
and it was a riot of colour
with a thousand bedding plants;
tubs full of fuchsias and geraniums
and hanging baskets watered by hand
every single evening.
© Rachel Green May 2021
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