Ferns

fernsFerns once seemed hothouse plants
exotic
expensive — but also background
composed in bouquets and corsages.

Then Aunty Helen showed me
ferns on the farm
wild in the woods
willing to grow in her yard.

After she died,
her ferns grew in my garden,
alongside her peonies,
Grandma’s tiger lilies,
Mother’s Chinese lanterns,
Andrea’s hosta.

Plants as persistent
as memory
or love.

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