Master Gardener’s Touch
a rose of dark beauty
and haunting fragrance.
I was the anxious gardener
fretting when life’s squalls
toil, loneliness, misunderstandings
Too protective I neglected to prune
suckers of self-indulgence
pinch off messiness, self-pity
redirect a tendency to sulk.
The Master Gardener must have taken
His secateurs to you
for your petals that lately unfurl
are not the fruit of my
© 2004 by V. Nesdoly
Some years ago I wrote the above poem about my daughter, which not only expresses how I feel about her, but also some of my insecurities as a mother. It’s hard to believe she’s already a mother herself!
This post is linked today at FaithBarista where the challenge is to “Share how you experience God in one of the following areas: Mother’s Day, motherhood or a mom relationship.”