One of life's mysteries

A foxglove
in a pot
on a patio.
No one put it there
But it came.
Beauty unplanned and unexpected.

A mother
in a bed
in the twilight.
Gone now.
Foxglove unseen
but in her garden
in her pot.

Beauty and love
unexplained
unplanned
unending.

For Mom, Julie, July 8th 1931 - May 25th 2019