the hortaculturist
entry no. 12 ⸻ kailie tries poetry (again)
remember when you told me you wanted to start a garden with me? you told me, remember? so i thought you wanted to start, with me. the hydragenas bloom this time of year. i can see them now, in my mother's garden. on occasion i think about the ones we saw, the ones along the park. remember then? i remember watching you tend to the fruit of love with delicate care of time, of temperance. nurturing a body into wholeness, into a bounteous entity yielding, to you: the juice of sweetness, a delicate nectar emerging from the fragility of my being. i preserved a bouquet you gave me and hung it on my bedroom wall. i remember my mother had told me some of the flowers were forget me nots. it fell from my wall in the night and so, i faced the remains when i woke.
As always, thank you for reading. Much love.
Kailie






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Love this so much