Once there was a Captain, sired six wondrous maids, half dozen predestined for life’s pleasures and pains. One maid every two years, that’s dozen years in all, those maids kept a coming till thirty years had falled.
Next to last in series, Captain’s penultimate, met a simple Gardener who seemed a perfect fit. Couple of teenagers living in a distant land, daughter known as Five, Gardner arrived hand in hand.
One heavy with child, due to arrive next month, would provide great Captain cherished grandchild, third one. Captain in attendance along with his Hausfrau, Two was slated to exchange matrimonial vows.
Six warmly welcomed Gardner, she of flattened face, Four, sans future husband, ascended the staircase. Three arrived by auto, husband Chef via motorbike, next day, Five with Gardner, met One’s husband and two tykes.
Wedding was the first time Captain’s family met Gardner, as to Gardner’s character really were not sure. Gardener’s and Five’s bond with wooing rose and fell, Captain loved his Five, but Gardener not so well.
Days go ever forward, rushing at the speed of life, six years passed in eye wink, Gardner took Five for his wife. Day the couple married Captain’s age that Gardner’s now, years gone in an eye wink, to time all must kowtow.
Captain’s six wondrous maids took husbands and had kids, some married for a lifetime other vows undid. Six maids begot Captain adored grandchildren fourteen, Captain as Gardner’s father strained and un-serene.
Physicists keep preaching speed of light’s a barrier? Gardener entering family score of years flies in a blur. Twenty years of changes Gardner’s grown into a man Captain and Gardner each the other misunderstand.
Captain loses Maid Four, strikes him like hammer blow, family had no way of knowing there were three more to go. Lovely lady Two passed away before her time, aging Captain in his grief shifts Gardner’s paradigm.
Loss of his two daughters quickens Captain’s slow demise, Gardner at dad’s passing on Earth forty years of time. Gardner’s hardened heart prevented spill of tears; sixteen more years passing Gardner’s feelings less austere.
Gardner ekes a living out of growing worthy things, not money-making business, but joy found in planting. Planted memory garden for One’s husband when he passed, Gardner’s eulogy for own father heartfelt and steadfast.
Gardner’s heart is open as world he surveys, life’s blessings and damnations recounts in his way. A garden for Hausfrau, another when One lost firstborn, Gardner’s simple plantings helps broken hearts restore.
Simple little garden for Three’s firstborn son; wedding all attended was full of family love. Three and One inquire if Gardner would plant a memorial Garden for Captain sacrosanct.
Gardner hesitated, unsure of what to do, relationship with Captain was very roughhewn. To Five Gardner confided not sure which way to go: Unsure of ability to make Captain’s garden grow.
Hours contemplated, for hours he did plan; desired proper tribute for Captain, Father, Man. Gardner opened up his heart and to God he prayed, asked for help in creation of garden that he made.
Planning turned to toil as Gardner worked the land, he fertilized the soil, worked it with heart and hands. “Look,” Gardner said to Five, “at garden I did create. Planted fitting tribute to late Captain that was great.”
Five smiled in answer, then took Gardner’s hand, she said, “I have some bad news, hope you’ll understand. Sister want’s your garden to be a private thing, there’ll be no remuneration for joy that you bring.”
Gardener was puzzled, he’d created out of love, only thanks desired to share with all who’d come. “No,” informed his bride, “that’s not way it’s going to be. Afraid there’ll be fence around garden built by thee.”
Gardener was stunned, knew not what to say. Couldn’t help his anger at feeling so betrayed. Honestly he’d labored on task most difficult and as proper thank you’d been delivered harsh insult.
Unsure of direction, Gardner looked upon his work. Contemplated its destruction, raging fit berserk. Gardner sits in Limbo, unsure which way to go if you were the Gardner how’d you feel to be used so?
I’m that simple Gardener and seeds I plant are words, walled off garden expectation unreasoned and absurd. Only gift I’m given, creation of quaint phrase, flowers I am growing are for wide world to gaze.