on the rebirth of our Japanese Mimosas and thoughts about you.


they were blighted, our Japanese Mimosas.

the frost bit twice, two weeks apart;

the first stunted the new growth,

the second chilled the roots.

a neighbour advised warm water,

“not boiling” round the base.

i waited hoping – these gifts from our girls,

planted at a diagonal to your cherry tree –

looking for shoots, instead watched them dry,

the stem darken, bark brittling shrivel.

the youngest said, “please don’t cut them down,

they still might grow back”,

and so they remained, daily flaking,

until sharp eyed, one day, she stated, “it’s had a baby,”

and i eager to witness a rebirth

saw five shoots each where there had been one.

carefully nurtured they now rise five metres and more,

each intricate leaf and yellow blossom reminding

us all of you, the beauty of you in our lives,

the evergreen unselfish love you shared,

the seeds you planted, in me and our girls,

and i am grateful for the life had,

the life i have, and the life to come,

the ache of your absence killed by the spring.

© Bhi 2023
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This is very sad and very carefully written.
thumbs up for the Mimosa ‘though

(Trees ‘n’ shrubs–first year they sleep, second they creep, third year they leap)


I appreciated the bringing of new life – rebirth, form a loved one’s seeds; a true expression of love.


Outside spring, sprouting new life, along with the internalization of letting the renewed life take hold.

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