Babcia Hanna

Protecting your pots
From the first frosts of autumn
Digging for carrots
No bones here

Plump tomatoes
Gooseberry prickles 
Raspberry sweet juice 
Dribbling down mouths

Units of field ants 
Bearing large cargo 
Crossing defences
Shielding their nests

Weeding in spring
The green tubers
What did you root out
Bulbs or bombs?

Worn out passports 
Decaying suitcases
In the tin shed where
Memories remained

Shops, church, church again
Scales on the piano 
Rebuilding your ramparts
Brick by brick.