My Little Piece Of “Mother” Earth, And “Father” Time Watching On

My courtyards bathed in morning sunshine.

I’m caringly watering various pot-plants.

Leisurely spraying droplets upon natures greenery.

Cacti and Succulents adorn rough timber shelves.

Previously Mum’s desert treasures.

She adored their smooth pastel hues.

Nurturing them like they were babies.

And now, I do too.

Living reflections of her love.

Reigning over us from above.

Below a sage bush, the tiny flower’s a mauve colour.

Rescued from the old homestead, Tullawalla.

Also saved were Dad’s gorgeous orchids,

And his stunning Day-lily, a vivid ruby-red.

Wind-bells chiming, I’m visualizing Dad walking by.

Wearing that Aussie Akubra shading his head.

 

The tomatoe Rapunzel climbs up high.

Bearing cherry-like fruit a plenty.

Entwining a Bougainvillea vine’s winding tall.

Purple flowers colourfully named Jazzi.

My favourite Geranium’s in full bloom.

The deepest dark red you’ll ever see.

Groomed from a small cutting, a glorious find.

Osteospermum, a yellow like daisy, looks divine.

Standing beside a hardy savivor, Limonium Blue.

Pots of natural herbs of onion and garlic chives.

And the strongly aromatic Lip Balm Monarda.

Overlooking the scenic array, Dad’s hanging basket.

A Drooping Violet soaking in moistening dew.

Our wedding flower, a memento of you.

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Dad’s Hanging Basket Plant, a Drooping Violet, ah yes, he knew..

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

35 thoughts on “My Little Piece Of “Mother” Earth, And “Father” Time Watching On”

  4. Sigh, this is so beautiful. My mom is an avid gardener and I have a lot of memories of her teaching me how to care for plants (and she still keeps trying – I’m not very good at it haha!) so I really love the sentimentality of it. I also love the pictures that accompany it. Those geraniums, so beautiful!!

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    1. Yes I’m a sentimental guy, and love being surround by memento’s of my loved ones, gives me an earthy feeling of connection every time I sit there under my verandah, soaking up the essence of my little courtyard.

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      1. Well you achieved it in my eye
        So beautiful are your words
        I’m in some what of the same
        Space right now,parents when
        They leave us don’t always have
        An immediate reaction from
        Its later on when time has
        Past and seasons change
        We will see…….I wonder what
        Mom would of said,in a twinkle
        Of an eye the flowers bloom
        And its something again
        Thank you,your piece took
        Me where I needed to be also
        Sheldon

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      2. I’ve just woken up Sheldon, and have read your response. 8.00am here and it’s time to water the garden. I shall talk to my plants and tell them of you. We will all benefit from kind words and our hearts send you love and kindness in return, ah, and I hear wind-bells singing in the morning breeze. Thank you ❤️ Sheldon and may your memories continue to bloom.

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      3. Ivor,I waited a very long time
        Unfortunately time puts us
        Few and far between,if I was
        Able to shed some light on
        You,I hope you will do the
        Same for me cause when
        Distillation

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  12. I love your courtyard garden so pretty. I have nothing blooming right now apart from clusters of delicate snowdrops.
    Your poem lets us in and allows us to share a little of those precious memories. Thank you Ivor 🙂

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    1. Thanks Sue, my words were about how I’ve made my little piece of dirt, into my very own haven of memories, and I’m able to daily care for and love them like babies. xx

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