Poetry

When the roses are flowering bloody red in the garden,
the hollyhocks grow with their long stems,
when the garden is full of geraniums, irises and lilies,
when the maize at the back of the yard looks gigantic,
do get heads and reach out like fingers,
when tomatoes grow in their beds
and beans do stretch up on the reeds
then I see mother gardening
when the sun does shine brightly in the blue sky.