We drifted through
the green
hungrily absorbing
plant souls,
each twig, flower, and tree
has her own story to tell…
Such a joyful way
for me
to spend a
‘mother’s day.’
Being with him
when family
extends sharp claws
is an antidote to suffering.
“This is my church”
He said,
not for the first time.
I nodded.
He and I are almost
always in agreement
when it comes
to plants
and people.
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