The vast garden of my youth
Made Vaster still by the smallness of me
My parents careful cultivating
Careing, Weeding, nurturing,
(some of it in the garden)
Vegetative bounty, great zucchinis
That make even your calves look small.
Endless tomatoes put up for sauce
(not gravy. -Ed)
That garden filled our cellar with mason jars
And our bellies with berries.
Sent out to get enough for a pie
We rarely returned with enough for one
Though we picked enough for three.
How I didn’t care for asparagus
The adult me cannot fathom
For, fresh like that it is amazing
Such life and love grew there
And a succulence supermarketers will never know.
In response to a prompt at d’verse poets pub