nanna’s garden

I grew up with a nanna whom loved her floral arrangements

Perhaps because her mother’s name is Rose, but I suppose it grows deeper beyond roots we can see

She enjoyed nurturing soils and planting familiar trees

Her aura radiant, she glows and beams with personal UV

Favorite shows the cooking channel and HGTV

Most likely due to making a home

Curating a life that is worth something

Nanna’s garden lives in the seeds she spreads

Some crack open and spit out the shells

Others sprout in rows in acre’s beds

Wherever they land, her smile is steady

Nanna’s garden is a digital collage tributing to the caretaking of my grandmother. Her light wraps around all that she touches, including the young men of her lineage. Despite the Black and Blue bruises that attempts to wilt away Black men, they are abLe to shine at ultra violet with the love an support of the women who cover them in prayer.

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