Cursed memory –
or blessed? – rarely cost-free:
so I garden me!
by
richwrapper
Categories: Garden, Guilt, Haiku, J Richards, me, Memory, Poem, PoetryTags: Cure for Memory, Garden Me
Cursed memory –
or blessed? – rarely cost-free:
so I garden me!
Breaking down limb-ball
for compost leaves, smoker fuel.
Now lawn rake wants me!
Second-beer sleepy,
so many seasons spent to
become a cheap date!
She can be your friend
or my friend, but never both!
Mom knew I was baaad!
Just because guilt goes
’round as lambs before sweet grass,
forgives not ‘the worm’!
Just because guilt goes
’round as lambs before sweet grass,
forgives not ‘the worm’!