Poem: The Tending

IMG_0948

The Tending

This is what I know.
Gardens grow.
Gardens die.
Some bloom year after year.
Some perish, never to blossom again.

And the only difference
is the tending.

About this poem

When my marriage fell apart a little more than a decade ago, I returned to poetry. IT became, as it still is today, part of my way of working things out in my head. Many of my poems used garden imagery. It seemed to be my metaphor for relationships.

It still is. And I still wonder sometimes why a kid who has crumpled in one situation and flourished in another. Why does one person get crushed in one relationship, and blossoms in another.

The tending.

Tom

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s