The Aunt
by Basil-tofu
She bends over low
Her deep brown eyes squinting
In the sun, picking out
Weeds and plants unwanted.
Damp hair is plastered to her forehead
Gloved hand expertly running
Through the cold, dark dirt.
She shifts her weight,
Jeaned knees sore and dirty.
She reaches for the watering can
And dampens the earth.
Then she tucks brown mulch
Around the young flowers.
She sits back
And wipes away rivulets
Running down her face.
(done a few years ago... )
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