Mothers’ Day
In the cut-out squares, pinked, so unfrayed
perfect
top left the sun at dawn
gilding the layered land.
Next the gift of tulips, purple, not yet languid
a swarm of tiny bees, mimosa flowers
then Lily’s memory of games we played
tea party in the fig tree (hidden)
Next row left to right, too-early blossom
plum and almond, bride white,
Bee’s message to her mum, love letter
my mum, laughing.
Along the bottom, blessings
peaceful hours, log fire, the satisfaction of squares
complex pattern, dark and light
friends loved and lost.
Patchwork pieces, a one day, Sunday
legacy of loveliness.
March 11th 2024, Hounoux
