National Poetry Month, Poem #7

Gardening with Mom

You put on the straw hat
that screens your face from sun.
You are ready to plant in the rich, spring dirt.

But first: much turning over of dirt.
You adjust the hat
To shield your eyes from the new-burning sun.

The sun
Heats my bare head, but I ignore it and join you, hands in the dirt.
I can live without a hat

But not without you: I am content- hatless, dirty, and by your side
Under a May sun.
-Rose Beverly

This poem captures time spent with Mom in the garden perfectly. The only difference is she is the one that can go hatless. The sun is her friend. I cover my head and protect my face, plus I always end up dirtier when we are done!