In memory of Michal Rae Graber. Photos are from Old Sheep Meadows Nursery.
Michal
her skilled hands turned out wonders:
hemmed curtains and flowery aprons
perfect pies from the tiniest kitchen
heirloom roses and brand-new daylilies
gardens planned with secluded nooks and deliberate views
seven fiercely independent and loyal children
a crisp white Federalist farmhouse that only grew better with time
and a completely different desert adobe
warm brown with cornflower blue-glazed window frames
that gazed on cacti with open affection
she moved with surprising efficiency
wielded a sharpshooter shovel
with more grace and speed at 60
than I could muscle at 20
and drove the big old blue truck loaded with bouquets
through the Old Port’s maze without blinking
if you complimented her
she’d fold her glasses-on-a-string
lean across the table
say I don’t know
but widen her laughing eyes
and give her head a little shake
simultaneously accepting and denying your praise
she gave me hugs
and paid-odd jobs
a home away from home
and a wonderful forever-friend
her littlest girl
whose hair she’d brush
just for the soothing closeness
most of all she wished to be gracious
to leave the world more beautiful
than before her hard work began
and though she’s more than earned her rest
we can’t help but mourn
for the cozy old keeping room
will never be the same
