In the heat of the day,
our son’s call is an echo from his play set
in the far yard.
You, bent next to a plot of soil,
pull the last weed,
then pat dirt over
seed upon seed.
This is your gift, my love.
To coax the still and numb
to hold us in hand,
to fold us,
in the deep dark,
we sip rain
sure, for we know
by dint of you,
we’ll see the sun.
Submitted for the Short and Sweet Challenge
About the Creator
I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!
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