My father joked
That my mother’s rock garden
Looked like a grave
We’d all laugh
Although I’m not sure
That at 5
I understood entirely
What a grave was.

Among the rocks
she planted portulaca
the “little gate”
Her favorite flower
Everywhere she lived
She always grew it by the door

Where I lived: 4 to 6 years old, Revere Road, Drexelbrook complex, Drexel Hill PA

6 thoughts on “Moss rose: Drexelbrook 2

  1. What I love about this poem, Xan, is the depth hidden in the simple structure and the honest memory. Home is where the heart is – and where the portulaca grows.

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