In My Garden

Sandy Pell

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“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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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