Simple dreams

When Daisy grows our love will be solid

When Viola blooms our passion reborn

When Rubber is older our garden will flourish

Baby Tears will run around

with silly giggles and half moon eyes

and your spirit will run rampant around the patio

planting, digging and seeing more

and I’ll look through the kitchen window teary-eyed

and not call you for lunch

until I’m done

basking in the freedom of my two-second aloneness

to hug the fruits of my labor

so dear, so different, so blessed, so mine.

For what it's worth