her(b) mother

as the herb, the Tansy grows
small, strong and topped with yellow
wild and boundless, potent within
the little girl flourishes; my flower
free to roam yet watched over
by a diligent gardener; her mother
herb mother



Poetry by la tristesse
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Written on 2011-07-11 at 21:33

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
A very enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing :-)
2011-07-13


shells
A delightful, sunny and pure write
2011-07-13


Rob Graber
An enjoyable, playful write!
2011-07-12


countryfog
You have a way of expressing love with a simple elegance and grace that I very much admire.
2011-07-12



I enjoy all your poems, they do have a minimalist quality, but also a lovely exquisiteness, a delicateness, and sense of certainty and sureness.

jim
2011-07-12