Flowerbed

The seeds you planted so long ago
Have flowered in my heart,
Made friends with worms and bees.

The long summer when you were there,
The sun gentled, the dust settled
By your fierce kindness.
But the autumn blossomed into winter,
The way our days unfold
Toward death.

The young need loving,
And the old know that nothing
Feeds the hungry young
Earth like yourself.