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A Gardener's Birthday

Her birthday reminder popped up on my screen yesterday. It was close to two years since we had stopped talking to each other. There was a finality to it.  

There were parts of her that I could never fathom. And in the easiest of times, I can muddle minds. 

I knew it then, as I know now, that it will be many seasons before she would allow me to grow in her garden again. If ever. 

I closed my eyes in a prayer. May I be protected from droughts and floods and lightning and fire and other evils of everyday living.... for I want to someday regain that lost patch of loving land in her garden. 

Let there be sunshine and water and shade and care and flowers and love in her life. Until we catch up again, may the keepers of time run slow.


ps: Written in early Feb of 23


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  1. Jennifer WagnerApril 12, 2023 at 9:18 PM

    You have a big heart, Raj, as is evidenced by this beautiful poem.

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