Pillars of soft green emeralds rising
Like solidified columns of sweet incense
From darkness, moving into the light
Night into day, obscurity into prominence
Mother Nature’s busy network never sleeps
Through veins of promises, building for the future
Her buds appearing like roses through the ashes
When life seemed to fade, it came to be again
My plant by the window smiling at the sun
Taught me to never give up on hope
As long as there is still a glimmer of life
I will take her into my compassionate hands
She appointed me her trusted guardian
To watch over her through thick and thin
I’m to be the one to control her fate
The one to find her needs
And administer to them
I’m to rise above my littleness
And grow into something of worth
My plant by the window will be
An extension of myself, my exalted self
I’ve a friend
who is a movin’,
a movin’ man is he,
from one house to another.
Oh! Such a sight to see.
Fur and feet a flyin’
adds mirth to his mad frenzy.
So much to do
so little time.
How will he ever finish?
The list of things that “must be done”
will surely not diminish.
Every time one gets completed
the “must do” list’s replenished.
he lies awake at night
counting boxes instead of sheep.
What can he truly part with
when it’s all he wants to keep?
For a pack rat such as he is
this is not an easy feat.
No telling how much time will pass
before my friend can rest.
In his obsessive compulsive way,
assured he’s done his best.
How comforting to hear him say
“I’m now settled in my new nest.”
by Debbie Hilbish