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.
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Author:
k.s. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2017 09:55
- Category: Children
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Comments2
Sometimes we have to keep a close watch on the garden to protect it. Good write.
I hear as sad story concealed in a metaphor here. A lovely write indeed, k.s.
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