smeared clouds & splintered teardrops

mother's garden

the seeds are planted one by one they grow into the garden she neglects beautiful flower garden she’ll tend to it later

people come and go admiring her garden she assumes it’s beautiful but she’ll get to it later

time goes on in her world of  cross-words she gets up from her chair and glances out the window her garden is wilting and overgrown with weeds

she sits back down and continues to rock with  meaningless words