Mrs. Gardener in her gloves
Silk and blue
Planting in love
For her children
Too poor to eat
Carrots and peas
Planted in peat
Cotton for clothes
And potatoes for stew
Poor Mrs. Gardener
Plants in rows
For the future
In her blue gloves
To my baby.May you garden forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem