Sunday Scribblings " Life behind Flowers"

Sunday Scribblings prompt is soar/sore! I had been working on this poem all week under the prompt of "faithful" for writers island, nothing was working. Some days words just flow some weeks it's grueling! We often go through life assuming a persons life is la dee da simple! Often when we take a closer look we see something much different!

Life behind the Flowers

Diligent at her creative skill

Committed to the daily drill

Hoisting buckets filled to the brink

Scrubs, refills them in the sink

Some think she’s there, just to serve

That blatant ignorance hits a nerve

She trims, arranges, restocks removes

Inferior foliage she disapproves

Orders, phones calls, are demanding

Arrivals, departures need commanding

Interruptions from patrons and staff

Commandeers a disparaging laugh

She’s a daughter, sister, caring friend

A Mother, boss, with much to contend

An essential on holidays she’s always present

At times those days are most unpleasant

Compassionate to those who need to grieve

Her "Mother’s day" is no reprieve

At times her body feels such defeat

With aching back and very sore feet

Expertly she forges through the day

Enjoying the flora in her own way

The constant action stave's off the mundane

but it’s the creative interlude that keeps her sane!