gardening

I attempted to sort out
my borders today.
Not with skill or expertise
but with panache. 

And I thought of you.
Your rose bud lips
in full bloom.
Your proud apple cheeks
Your dancing eyes
like petals in the breeze.
And the tender care
watering
feeding
protecting
It will be my privilege
to tend. 


Inspired by: newborn beauty

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