The Garden

Father,

You are the farmer’s gentle hand

That sowed the seed

The steady hand that held the can

That carefully watered

The tender voice that sang

Inspiring germination

Mother,

You are the fertile Earth

That housed the seed

The invigorating rainfall

That diligently nutrified

Sagacious, you are the Sun that shone

That fuelled development

Sister,

You are the delicate bud

That awaits its time to bloom

The ravishing red Rose

That awaits the morning dew

The newborn Nova

That illuminates the garden

And I,

I am your ubiquitous protector

That guards you efficaciously

The poised thorn upon your stem

That wards away persistent predators

And like the farmer’s hand, the water and the sun

I... will never forsake you

© José V. Guerra Awe