TROPIC LOVE
Gardening in the Tropics you hear poetry
in some unexpected places. Sitting on my
verandah last night I overheard two people
passing by. The woman said:
- You don't bring me flowers anymore
- – or anything for the children.
- My heart has turned to stone
- but I cannot put that in the pot.
- Love me and my family or leave me
- to sit by the roadside to sell,
- by the riverside taking in washing,
- by milady's fire cooking for my living.
- I'm a woman with heavy responsibilities.
- With my lot I'm prepared to be contented.
- With your sweet words, Lover, tempt me
- not, if you've come empty-handed.