She sowed a whole row every year,
tiny black seeds that sprouted and sprang up
into a verdant herb for cooking and grazing,
into a lush hedge for garden fairies,
into a plush pasture for caterpillars.
She planted plenty of parsley
to share with striped and spotted larvae
of green, black, and yellow,
because this sublime vegetation
sheltered a nursery for Swallowtails.

Beautiful flowers in your mum’s garden!! Cute poem!