During lockdown Lucy drove by
with a few plants for me to try
to grow outdoors in pots and tubs.
Not pretty flowers or green shrubs
but VEGETABLES; I will not lie
I took them with an eager eye.
With gratitude I said goodbye;
then grounded them with other loves
during lockdown.
A special one did make me sigh,
for more than once it tried to die
I tended it with softest gloves
until amongst the garden grubs
it blossomed beneath the blue sky
during lockdown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poem about your cucumber, Diana.