I love the way it feels in my hand
The firmness of my grip as I hold it
The smoothness of its surface
The length that’s not too long and not too short
The boldness that fills me with the thoughts of its creation
The steady pleasure it releases
And also the disappointment of when it runs out
Now I am in need of another….
Note: If your mind was else where, shame on you. I’m just attempting to touch my humorous side today 😂.
I’m going to plant a garden, but not just any garden
This garden will be an ode to my grandmother and the beautiful flowers she had
To the left is where my rose bushes will be
Further down will be the sunflowers, a garden must have those
On the right will be the elephant ears and maybe even an apple tree
Throughout the yard will be sprinkles of morning glories and chrysanthemums.
This garden will be the best garden ever because it’ll be just like my grandmothers
There’s only one problem, I’ve never planted a flower in my whole life and all my potted plants die
I guess the garden will be in my head like the memories of her