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Lisheen’s Garden
Lisheen,
Grandma from Sligo,
who put down roots in
Brooklyn, then the Bronx,
always had a beautiful garden.
On her small city lot,
under the clothesline,
rows of zinnias,
orange, pink, and yellow,
patiently waited for shears,
bouquet-ready.
White roses, not so willing,
clung to her silver chain link fence,
a fragrant welcome.
Columbine was
her perennial favorite,
lush and unassuming,
a perfect ground cover,
green with flecks of purple.
It reminded her of back home.
I once helped her plant
a large cotton mat
embedded with wildflower seeds.
We watered it, waited
and watched as blooms
emerged -
a proud moment for ten-year-old me
in Lisheen’s garden.
© Patricia McCue
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| Patricia McCue |
Patricia McCue is a retired teacher of middle school science. Her poems have appeared in Woods Reader, Poetry Breakfast, Nature of Our Times, and various anthologies. In her free time, she studies and plays Traditional Irish Music on the violin.
