The Little Hoer

She was an earthy lady
That girl, my wife.
She could make anything grow
Indoors or out.
She just had a way with plants
And an affinity for soil.
Someone once bestowed on her
The honored title of
“The Best Little Hoer in Ventura”
And she laughingly
Accepted that title.
Under her magical touch
Roses bloomed, cactuses grew,
Orchids blossomed
And a multitude of trees prospered.
There were Eugenia Berries,
Lemons, oranges, pomegranates, pears
Plumbs, nectarines, peaches
Figs, bananas and an apple tree.
She even had boysenberries growing
Along with papaya, avocado
And a mango or two.
The house was green
Inside and out
And fully vegetated
Until she passed away.
The green stuff
Didn’t fare so well
Under my supervision,
Oh I watered them,
But it was her love
On which they thrived.
I suppose that goes for me as well.