In My Garden
“Are you that nonchalant about life?” she cried.
I knew little about nurturing
and the soil yielded no blooms.
Quite unexpectedly, a seed took root
but the gardener was angered
by the unplanned growth,
demanding the weed be removed
Only intending to till the soil,
never to harvest.
Full of fear I defended you
Flowing with love I lived for you
Nourishing the life
dependent on mine.
As the bloom grew stronger
the soil grew richer
And the elements
could not match their strength.