orchid in your garden

i love you, grandma. rest in peace.

I learned to endure your hand,

before I learned what your love is.

After school with you consisted of/

peeling peas and garlic.

You would shout my name,

with nothing to say.

I learned that was your love call/

a little too late.

Through orchids,

you talked to me.

Through orchids,

you’d say nice things.

Like orchids,

I too grew sensitive and under-watered/

Call it tough loving,

but love regardless.

In your garden,

I’ll remain.

In your garden,

I’ll chant your name.