My neighbor works in her garden
Bent over many hours
Pulling weeds, fighting snails and slugs
It’s an all-day battle
One she knows will never end
But a small victory is better than none.
When I offer help she refuses
Ever so politely.
It is her mission to have a garden
One she likes to look over
To sit among her flowers
Reminisce and wonder what if.
It’s here her love goes most days.