Tend Your Own Garden
by
With a sprained ankle
and a bruised ego
I turn to my garden
to lick my wounds
and salve my soul.
Relationships change,
friends disappoint,
clay feet are discovered.
So in I go
back to myself,
like a groundhog
seeing his shadow.
Back to my yard,
my own sanctuary,
to tend to my own garden.
Oh.. I don’t know what else to say except.. ((hugs)).. going back into oneself usually helps one see better when they reemerge..
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It immediately brought a rhyme to mind that someone I knew used to tell his pouty kid:
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I’m going down the garden to eat worms:
Big fat juicy ones, long thin skinny ones,
Oooey gooey, icky, sticky worms.
But we know your worms are sacred and safe from becoming dinner.
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HI Nola,
I’d love to post this on my facebook page with attribution if you would allow it. It’s a wonderful poem.
Thanks,
Cherie’
Awwww……..
((hugs))
charlotte’s last blog post..In Charlotte’s Garden
Hope you find solace in your garden.
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I’m digging all the poetry! Write one for me!
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