Lightinaz
Lightinaz
Nov 26, 2021

All her love...

She found me...
out along the path.

I was barely clinging to life...
stuck between the cracks.

Her soft hands so gentle...
as she carried me here.

She set me in fresh soil...
now many years have passed.

She waters me still.

Occasionally she sings to me ...
turning my pot on the sill.

Often she turns the blinds...
that I may bask in the sun.

But would she ever believe?
that I could one day bloom...

I wonder if she ever thinks...
that there's beauty inside of me?

yet she sings... and waters gently.

One day I will find the courage !
on that day she will see ...

that all her love created,
a flower inside of me.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

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Region, Country: Arizona, USA, USA

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Comments

Geezer

This sounds as simple as someone finding an interesting, young plant and deciding to take care of it to see what happens!
Or it could be about someone who feels like they are entirely out of their league, who is being tended and groomed, so as to bloom in a relationship. Either way, I admire the thought that went into this. Nice job of seeing to all of the [plant's] needs.
The only change I would make is in the second half of line one. I would use the word [along] the path, rather than among.
~ Geezer.
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Lightinaz

Yes, I really do like this one and it came rather easily.

I dedicate this to my wife of 11 years.

She certainly has domesticated me .

Often times I do feel out of my league...
I do still believe that one day I just might surprise her though. Lol

Geezer

you made the change I suggested. I am glad that you feel that you have a loving, tender care-giver, [it took me three times to find one that could domesticate me]. This last one has done it! 32 yrs. Anyway, glad that you had a good time writing it and I had a good time reading it! ~ Geezer.
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