She ignored the words of others,
Accepting abandoned lots, abandoned lives.
She saw beyond what others saw, what most could see.
She tended, pruned, cared for, and loved with all that she had, with her own two hands.
She took something wild, and weedy, and full of thorns.
She gently, and slowly transformed them.
With a master gardener’s sight, she watched and waited.
She patiently oversaw tiny growth that others missed.
And now what once was fallow, no longer is.
Both gardens and lives, quite plain to see.
Vibrantly blooming beyond all promise, all we believed.
A sweet fragrance of love from her own two hands.
Now and forever Unabandoned they stand.
by Vicki L. Pugliese