Growth takes time

The poem zone

We’re growing a garden.

It’s okay if there are weeds, if there are rocks.

Its still new.

Just rub my back & I’ll kiss your knees.

Clean my shovel, & I’ll mend your gloves.

One day we’ll have nothing to do but sit in chairs.

I stained out of wood, you cut & look at our flowers.

We won’t remember it as work, just time spent together !!

_Niran†.

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