Poetic Bloomings garden

Daddy Plants

I can picture him there
In the garden
Acres of garden

Tilling the earth
His back red
Sweating

Planting
Weeding, working
Tending

Calling on his five girls
To pick and gather
Snap, husk, can, freeze

We, often complained
About the work we had to do
The fun we were missing

Not thankful enough
For the love he planted
In each little hill