Stephanie Arwen Lynch

Pruning the hibiscus reminds me
Of my mother´s gardening heart.
Everything needed nurturing
Water, advice, weeding, love.
She trimmed my life delicately
Snipping unneeded curls, frowns.
Her face set in concentration
Gloves to protect her and me.
Her verdant love passed along--
Both daughters´ houses full
Of plants and smiles and always
The memory of a mother´s love.