Boundaries in Bloom

In the garden of my heart, where love’s roots run deep,
There blooms a tough, tender truth I must keep.
Among the thorns of harsh words, under weeping willow trees,
I plant my feet firmly, nurtured by a gentle breeze.
A table placed with care, a gift chosen with thought,
Yet the feast of affection cold, the present left to rot.
Words, like autumn leaves, fall sharp and unkind,
I gather them softly peace, the treasure I find.
Boundaries, like blossoms, unfold with grace,
Marking the space where respect must be returned.
The tangled weeds of pain and familial sorrow,
Cultivating the soil for brighter tomorrows.
In the quiet corners where shadows loom,
I choose to light candles, dispelling the gloom.
For even as hearts may drift or close,
The love I offer freely is the choice I chose.
To my weary mother, her strength wanes thin,
I lend my courage, the battles we’ll win.
Together we stand, amid storms and strife,
Guarding the tender garden of life.
Let the door slam, let harsh words fall,
My spirit, like ivy, climbs over the wall.
Rooted in love, wrapped in dignified grace,
In this garden, my heart always knows its place.