a vintage garden
with plants flowers and weeds,
in nooks and crannies
the wild flowers grow.
crocus burst themselves out,
at the touch of rain,
a splurge of yellow,
in the uncared lawn.
an arbor of passion flower
hangs there,without care
where the parrot sang merrily
ignoring the watchful eyes of the cat,
disturbing its morning drill.
the beehive,only a mockery
as wild hyacinths grow
in the bird bath.
dear mother,it chokes me to see,
everything out of place,
wild basil grows ,
in my brothers grave !
