A little patch of green
All rows well tended
My father of ninety five years
And even more
Slowly shuffles to attend
To the drooping need
Of a plant here and a flower there
His calloused hands
Veins prominent
Wrist not as strong as used to be
Hoes the soil letting it breathe
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