A little nook of the backyard garden
but it tells so many stories
of my traits and values,
evokes so many emotions.
The tomato vine grew from seeds,
that I collect from the kitchen.
Resourcefulness.
The flamingo statues were once shiny pink.
Sun and rain weathered them,
rusty patches now.
Impermanence.
The neon-pink rose blooms twice a year,
only when the weather is right.
Opportunity.
The dracaena was bought
twelve years ago; still growing strong.
A friend, that has seen my struggles,
A witness.
The birdbath attracts finches and sparrows.
I had bought it with my first job salary.
I clean the gunk, fill it with fresh water.
Kindness.
The guava tree, the largest in the garden.
I had to have it, a bridge to childhood.
I crush the leaves and inhale,
I am transported to the past.
Nostalgia.
About the Creator
Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Three Seconds
I saw your face three seconds on the screen and thought you must have made a mistake. People like that don’t look for me. But I clicked yes. Out of curiosity. And out of some silent hope I had carried within me for years. We talked for a long time. As if we already knew each other. As if distance has no real measure when two people listen to one another. I didn’t see you, but I felt you. And that was enough while for others it was nothing.
By Magma Star2 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Lovely image and all it means to you and thanks for sharing.
Beautiful!! Thank you for the words and the picture! Lucky!!💕💗
Such a lovely place