On Sunday his wife
and children walk
to Mass
and he goes
into his garden
to work
all day
primping roses
lilies, dahlias
weeding, pruning
making things right
on his altar of life.
At dusk he brings
his heaven home
in soiled hands.
A big bouquet
for a wife
suddenly in tears.
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I would like to translate this poem
The husband was atheist, a lover of gardening..weeding, pruning. making things right on his altar of life, his wife and children go to church to pray..but ended.// A big bouquet for a wife, suddenly in tears wife's tear or tear of the atheist..not clear...