life

Growing up

When I grow up,

I want a garden of flowers.

I want stone pavements but no pool.

I want a lawn behind my house.

Somewhere to breathe and walk bare foot in,

somewhere to watch the skies of life blur by.

Somewhere to sit with my dog when I’m tensed

Somewhere to play with my dog when I’m not.

Somewhere to have friends over and just be.

Something beautiful for my eyes only.

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When i grow up,

I want a garden of flowers

Flowers of a productive, happy life

Flowers of shiny teeth and laughter.

Flowers of no raised voices and no hurtful exchanges.

Flowers underlined by love, understanding and harmony

Flowers of not caring what anyone else thought

Flowers where I support you and you support me.

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When I grow up,

I want to be a garden.

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5 thoughts on “Growing up”

  1. That was sweet and short. Almost too short, if I dare to say. I was picturing myself walking barefoot on the stone pavements and you just had to end the poem like that? 😟 Not nice at all. But like Debby said, you made a girl dream. Well done!

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