This garden is your child,
tendered and nurtured by your wisdom and kindness.
I am no longer surprised that you stay
until the last light of day puts your
garden-child to rest in the comfort of darkness.
This is the way of a Mother who is a Gardener.
Who knows about the light of creation
from within and without.
Who loves the Earth by moonlight and starlight.
Who sings a lullaby long after her child is asleep.
Who offers a prayer when no one is listening,
The altar of my heart does not know an equal light:
This love of a Mother.