The Green Thumb

I nurture it, and watch it grow,

when it gets wonky and fragile, I put a stick in it.

Soon it will outgrow the pot. Then I might put it in the ground,

and see how far it’s roots stretch. Perhaps then it won’t need me anymore,

but still I might visit it, in a corner of my mind if not literally, and I will wish that it

flourishes, even though, I now have, new things to nurture, and to watch,

and to speak to, and perhaps love. It will always, as will the

others to come, own a small part,

of my green thumb.