Mother Earth – A silent farewell
He sat pensively before the large ceramic vessel
Wherein the earth lay strewn,
Confident that as the sun imparts its light
And the rain feeds the soil,
It would yield the fertile growth,
Henceforth, of fragrant blooms.
This might be his last spring, and
Ere his body turns to spirit
And penetrates her elysian womb,
His last chance to honour
And intimately commune
With his beloved Mother Earth.
Solemnly his aged hands, fingers splayed,
Sank into the warm, moist earth,
Softly caressing with great tenderness.
Thumb and fingers gently crushing
The clumps into its constituent parts,
Lightly churning the swelling soil he cherished so much.
A ritual of unconditional love
He gave thanks from the depth of his heart
And as the energy passed from his hands
And kissed the earth, he soothingly pressed
Each plant into the welcoming bed
He’d so lovingly prepared.
Clutching his mother’s breast, nigh a century ago,
Nature’s divine perfume entered his consciousness.
It imbued his mind and touched his soul
And after a lifetime of gardening and cultivation,
He knew that this, his final act
Would yield the most heavenly blooms yet.
by Sibylla Chan