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Hands in the Dirt

My Jungle Grows Green

By Sandy GillmanPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
Hands in the Dirt
Photo by Jonathan Kemper on Unsplash

As another ring materialises

on my trunk,

a gentle reminder to be

kind to myself

helps me stay anchored.

Life can be tough.

Sometimes even the humble things

can hollow you out.

I take nourishment

from the simple pleasures:

a movie night.

a sip of gin.

A tree can only be as strong

as the forest that surrounds it.

Hands in the dirt,

I nurture my family,

my pillars of strength,

and keep our jungle green.

The challenges we face

only make our roots grow deeper.

While my gnarled branches

reach toward the sun,

I know I have my

little family

by my side.

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About the Creator

Sandy Gillman

I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from. Author of Whispers in Your Mind

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    Written by Sandy Gillman