Splinted back and bandaged heart
Prepare me for the endless toil,
But one day maybe we can start
Attending to the soil.
For I’m too old to till this earth,
I need you all to help.
From death back to my birth,
I have been working by myself.
Though I may stumble and fall,
I’ll get no rest today.
Yes, I ignore the need; the calls
For help lead me away.
I will heed that unwelcome song,
For sunlit days are few.
This garden is where we belong:
We all have work to do.
Don’t focus on what you can’t
Do anything to slow.
She taught me how to plant,
Now I’ll teach you how to grow.