Carnations and peaches......

Mankind never really knew her name,
or where she came from, nor where she went.
Twice a year, making the rounds,
through hills and valleys, she was God sent.

Pushing an old cart, never asking for help,
the scent within always permeated the air.
Carnations, tea roses, jasmine, and lilac,
apples, oranges, corn, peaches and pear.

Dozens of dainty little white baskets,
filled with fruit, vegetables, and flowers.
A cornucopia of bright pastel colors,
blended and fused with inspirational powers.

Preordained was the traveling route ahead,
God guiding with his hands of creation.
Plenty of stop and go along the way,
handing out baskets until final destination.

Just a frail little lady with work worn hands,
wind kissed white hair garnished like a crown.
Tarnished wedding band with skin grown over,
always smiling never once did she frown.

Spoke little English, was deaf and almost blind,
yet, somehow she managed to share good will.
Passions ran deep, her heart always made room,
just thinking about her, up and down sends a thrill.

Humble beginnings, strong belief in Christ,
survived so much and then strived for more.
Tending her garden from sun up to sun down,
no stone unturned, never leaving a chore.

She came and went with hardly a sound,
conversation just was not her delicacy.
Sharing with the sick, tired, poor, and hungry,
then vanishing into the slumber of efficacy.

In the hearts and minds of all she touched,
all these years later, her memory stands bright.
Her torch was passed on a long time ago,
for another to bring warmth, love and light.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
8/18/2009 © All rights reserved