by Maralee Gerke
“Stewardship connects you to place.”
Every morning she is out at sunrise
bending over her flower beds,
plucking a weed here, a spent blossom there.
She treats each plant with love
fingers gently touching
each individual bloom and leaf.
I watch from my upstairs window,
as she circles the yard
hose in hand
watering the garden
before the oppressive heat comes.
In a few light steps, she moves
her early morning sprinklers,
learning this landscape
the home ground she has claimed.
With gentle touch and soft footsteps,
she tends this spot,
this small plot of ground
building connections to the place that completes her.