my dear how are you?
oh that's swell.
me?
oh i'm doing well.
i tend the garden,
where the cardinals visit me.
they even had babies,
up in the garden tree.
it was nice of you to call,
it's like they never do at all.
tell your mother i said to get better,
and i hope you got my letter.
YOU ARE READING
my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆
Poetryજ⁀➴ a collection of my broken thoughts i call poetry₊⊹
