My Children?

You laugh heartily
watching 
the children
play

from a distance.

Sweet magnolia 
perfumes the air
Bees fly drunk
through your pristine
garden.

Oh how proud
you are 
of your garden

The talk of town
the hours spent 
tending young flowers

while your children 
sit 
rejected

like weeds you pull.

Tell me sister 
dearest
How do 
children
grow?