green peeps through.
the soil, parting
like the red sea.
they wave to me,
it's a relief.
i did it.
i did it.
the sun shine spill
like oil into the ocean.
it smothers the plants.
they love it.
i did it.
i did it.
they smile back at me,
hope laced by leaves.
the days pass.
unlike before,
they grow and thicken.
i did it.
i did it.
before long,
the seedlings,
tall and proud
look down on me.
they smile
because they know.
only love and care
made them grow.
i did it.
i did it.
yes, i love them,
my plants,
but they need more.
they need all of me
for them to show
that they love me too.
i did it.
i did it.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
