Corinna R Evrard

A Child's Garden






A child once more I am
duck feet planted in mud
Soil speaks through the soles of my feet

Are weeds always weeds?
Some are so beautiful
their wildness I keep

Defiant expression
against the compression
of my life

Messy business, gardening
like bearing children
hard labor and training

Of tiny hands and tendril vines
untamed seedlings of a kind
Stern, but of divine force, yielding

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