Green lawn and lush vegetable
gardens sprawled beyond Nana’s
windows and French doors,
surrounded by lush leafy trees.
The lawn sprouted daisies until
mowed, and a random spread
of dog toys ignored by their
elderly owner but still thrown
by hopeful grandchildren.
Silver beet packed densely into
a dark green mass, carrots sent
up a delicate feathery forest,
thick dense heads swelled
from cabbages and cauliflowers.
Strawberry plants covered their
own patch, covered themselves
by black stretchy bird netting.
Nana’s weak heart can no
longer nurture this garden.
The contractor mows grass
over the old back yard.