Granny May had been in hospital for many weeks. Her recovery was
slow from her surgery. They thought they had lost her but she slowly pulled
through. Jim her son worried how she would manage after she returned home as she
insisted she would return to her cottage on the outskirts of town where she had
lived for so many years. Gramps her long
dead husband had lived with her until he died and she said he would expect to find her when he came back to her!
So Jim got his own son Paul and Laura his girlfriend to go round
and tidy up the place before she returned as she still had a few weeks rehab. They
were lucky it was spring for they soon got stuck into it weeding and pruning
and planting seedlings so that she could enjoy the garden as she recuperated. Once
it was cleared the annuals showed their faces again and the roses now were
bursting into bloom. The bees were buzzing around the fruit trees with so much work to do.
They cleaned up her cottage too but not too much or else Granny
would not know where they had put things away. However it was tidy again and
everything shone just like the sun and the clock was ticking once more.
Jim brought Granny May home and she sighed with satisfaction that
she had finally returned. “Let me put on the kettle” she said “but first I must
look at my garden there must be lots to do”.
Tears came to her eyes when she found that so much work had been
done and that her grandson Paul was sitting on the garden seat waving to her as
she looked over the luxuriant blooms and by his side she could see Laura
cuddled up close.
She smiled her eyes beamed
The garden where her heart was
Greeted her in bloom
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My grandmother will never come home after her last fall. so I envy that a bit because she is struggling with it. What touching scene there in the garden there in the end. To finally be back in your own space around those you love is such a relief .
ReplyDeleteWow! "Where her heart was" That garden is her family. What LOVE! This poem has me entering my morning meditation with joy in my mind. Written with a loving patience, it is a specific event that you've lifted into allegory. My new favorite of yours.
ReplyDeleteA lovely and cheerful haibun - glad she blossomed (again) at the sight of her garden.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely and heartwarming. Greetings and best wishes!
ReplyDeleteLovely story, lovely haibun.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a big heart Old Egg - and I love the mix of prose and verse..i think the thing that may have mattered most was that she felt loved...
ReplyDeleteThis poem is so touching.. Beautiful work done :)
ReplyDeleteGrandson and his girlfriend certainly gave the grandmother a wonderful gift. Looking out at one's flowering garden can be very healing. And the grandson will always remember the look on his grandmother's face.
ReplyDeletesuch a feel good and deeply touching haibun and so much joy, contentment and peacefulness in it.......
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely. Lovely people! Her smile and "the garden is where her heart was" is so touching. She is fortunate indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh,brilliant!! Stories are the perfect device for delivering fresh patterns of hope and healing. Irresistible piece, both in prose and haiku...
ReplyDeleteI loved both the prose and the poem. Very heartwarming :)
ReplyDeletethis felt like a happy ending poem for her. all the best my good friend.
ReplyDeleteGreat haibun Old Egg. The joy of the blooming garden was therapeutic!
ReplyDeleteHank
Luv a story with a happy ending. The blooms to greet Granny May was just wonderful. Thanks for dropping in to read mine
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
A great tale of love.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, warmhearted haibun.
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