Gardenia
Are the whitest white you’ve ever seen,
Except for the hairs escaping my brain
To surface slowly on my head
Like the last ever flowers
Of a dying earth.
Growing Old
age, dailyprompt, family, flowers, gardenia, grief, growing older, heartbreak, horticulture, life, love, motherhood, old, Poetry, reflection, relationships, self, wisdom
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.
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