Katy S.

Tiny Fingers

i used to have

these tiny fingers

growing inside me.

like the flowers,

you planted her

into my garden.

you forced

your way in

and pulled out

my daisies

and planted your

own flowers.

not thinking of the weeds

i would have to

pull out.

i miss those

tiny fingers

and i hope they

can forgive me

for what you

did to my beautiful

garden.

 

Comments2

  • lasergraph

    Sometimes we have to keep a close watch on the garden to protect it. Good write.

  • Louis Gibbs

    I hear as sad story concealed in a metaphor here. A lovely write indeed, k.s.



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