I finally put together a little poetry book.
It is twenty-six pages of poetics and photography. It represents a colorful overview of my origins, fantasies, and spirituality. This is the dark and light of it—the pain and suffering, the joy and delight.
My Mother’s Garden
My mother’s gladness thrives
in splotches of orange tiger lily,
wavering yellow daffodils,
and raging pink cosmos.
Their friendly perfume
sweeten her spirit
while she bends beneath a flutter of butterflies;
shooing away the squirrels
that gnaw about their roots.
My mother’s joy is nurtured
In carefully dug patches,
summered around the brick-red house
and tended with an old farmer’s skill.
silent
Bedded within this heart of flesh
Deeply swaddled by blankets of faith,
Lies the stellar peace of God--
Which silent, embraces my soul
Beyond understanding
or human knowledge.
Holy quiet enfolds me,
And loves me,
And comforts me well
Through
The soundless night.
© 2025 Gladys Drew-Yarrow