On Marriage and Summer Squash
Nurturing love in season
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 life,
to hold us in hand,
to fold us,
warm, safe
in the deep dark,
we sip rain
and grow,
sure, for we know
by dint of you,
***
we’ll see the sun.
***
Submitted for the Short and Sweet Challenge
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L.A. Hancock
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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Fantastic imagery and metaphors here! Of planting seeds and nurturing love...I am astounded by your craft. "Us" is particularly meaningful here and tells a partial story all on its own. The significance of "my love" in warming and softening the "us" is truly beautifully rendered. A deep poem, and certainly short and sweet. Congratulations on placing. Very well-deserved.
Congrats on the Runner-up. This is fabulous! I love the imagery of being outside with your family. I miss being outside when its not SO HOT
Congratulations!!!
Congrats on Runner-Up!!
This is so full of nurturance, it's lovely.
Beautiful, the love of earth & sweet sustenance nurtured with tender loving care.
Hey, just letting you know I shared this poem in my latest story: https://vocal.media/poets/poppy-s-preferences-pt2
Beautifully unique and lovely ending!!
Awww, this was such a lovely poem! So beautifully written!