My dad had green fingers.
Mum used to say that
he could grow lilies
in a rubbish dump.
“What’s the secret?”
I asked him one day.
“Blood and bone.” he said,
“Blood and bone.”
and tipped me a wink.My Father is a gardener,
working in wasteland,
making deserts flourish.
“Blood and bone on a rubbish dump.”
he says.
“Blood and bone.
That’s the secret.”