I can start again tomorrow
despite how much I don't
like becoming divided
despite how much
I... shouldn't be
despite how much I don't
like becoming divided
despite how much
I... shouldn't be
find me there
there's no reason for sorrow
in a day still so young
when old letters catch
me time traveling... I
wonder who holds
your empty hand
_____________________
Pic: Max and Huck fresh from the groomer, watching me fetch myself a cup of tea to drink in the tea garden, which is very jungly at this point. ALSO!! I didn't mean to imply the fam neglected my plants while I was gone. The zillion plants and watering them are my thing. I've never asked Big or the kids to do it because it takes at least two hours (a week) and that's a lot. If I make the pots a bit swampy before I leave, they can usually wait two weeks. As you can see, the begonias, geraniums, and jasmines (heroes all!) are blooming.
2 comments:
I can only see one pup!
Love the poem, Maya!
I loved this part especially “I wonder who holds your empty hand”. Just to make your lovely poem all about me, when I was a very young girl (maybe 3?), I had my Smokey Bear that I adored, and I lost him. My grandpa saw me walking around with my hand clutched, like I was holding something. He asked me what I was holding, and I said it was Smokey. He ran out and bought me another one, and said that he found him at the hospital, which is why he looked good as new. I never suspected it wasn’t my same Smokey. I guess I haven’t changed that much. When we lost Mulder (two years ago May 19th, sob) I would sometimes pet my leg and pretend it was him.
I see your smaller puppy peeking out from behind the closer one. I’m not sure which is which, but they both look great.
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