THE LOVE SHE HAS5-16-12If you're looking for my mama, he saidYou'll find only her rear in the gardenAmong the rosemary or tomatoes or onionsShe'll be picking the weeds and grassThat dare to poke their stems through the dirtYou may spot her watering the morning gloriesOr pruning the pink rose bush I gave herI saw her a few minutes ago, digging holesDropping in the small white garlic clovesThen covering them and marking their placeYesterday she was admiring the day liliesThey are a dark red color with yellow throatsIt is her very favorite combination, you seeThough, she would never admit it, I knowShe finds beauty in every single living thing