Pink, Tea and Saint Francis

I gave Jubilee three words to help inspire her to write poetry. The words rattled around in my brain, and I came up with my own little creation. Later that day Juba also wrote a poem. Here are our offerings for your enjoyment. (Thanks to my daughter for graciously allowing me to share her work on my blog.)

“I’m in the garden,” she called. “I’m in the garden.”

She twisted the key into the hole and pushed open the ivy-covered door.

Her soul lifted as she began to walk among the Queen Anne’s lace.

Her long, pink t-shirt was worn and frayed, but it was the only thing that she would allow herself to wear in her garden.

As she bowed before the statue of St. Francis,

he looked up and smiled.

“I’ll walk with you,” the priest said and they strolled hand in hand.

They talked and laughed and finally with a kiss on the cheek, he returned to his creatures.

Wandering on the earth, she smelled the mint before she saw it.

With a bouquet of roses and a handful of tea she closed the door, locked it,

and walked back.

Another time.

- Jubilee

Garden Cantata - Part I

Fragrant mint

And pink drops of

Bleeding heart.

The opening song

In my garden cantata.

St Francis presiding.
- Nancy