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The Grey Matters

Garden After Death


My garden grew

But only because my maple tree died

The tree cracked, split into three pieces

So I wouldn’t have to

She embodied my pain, the brokenness inside

The shrinking and the growing

That sometimes breaks you

The ice that threatens to take over

The tree cracked as a warning:

Don’t you crack, too!

Look at me!



It’s not near perfect

It has the most weeds of any garden around

But you did tend to it just a little bit

The sun didn’t have to work as hard to help the flowers grow

(Now that the maple tree is gone)

No leaves stood in the way

The rays had no obstacles, just a straight shot

To the flowers the bees love so much

You cultivated what you could

What you had time for

What you allowed space for

A few bright flowers grew

It wasn’t much

But it was close to enough

by Melinda Haas

Author: Melinda Haas

Melinda is a writer, blogger, artist and teacher. She lives in Wisconsin with her family.

3 thoughts on “Garden After Death

  1. Your beautiful poem shines light exactly as the sun does on your growing hope garden. 💕

  2. I am unsure as to why, but I felt emotional reading this ❤️ Like – look, you tried and your try is beautiful and because of your try you grew. This is how I interpreted. No idea if it’s actually. Loved it.

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