Ripped apart

When Mom is pulled up by the roots
Replanted in a nursing home
We are ripped apart
There is a hole in the garden
Or we can see the garden wider
Extending to the nursing home
Fertilized by love
What then can be for us
The new life
The new whole
Can we dare think
The new flowering?

:- Doug.

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