I bought my vacuum to the beach
Worked very hard to clean and sort
Though the mess was quiet and gone
I had won the battle, but lost the war
I plucked the wildflowers between the tiles
Burned those insects and sold your house
Now I've got a car and kingdoms
Why don't you love me somehow?
Because you love the beach, the house
You grew up in, wildflowers and ants
I thought you hated them, I'm sorry
Daughter, I never knew how to love
YOU ARE READING
Growing Pains
PoetryA retelling of growing up with all of the highs and lows. Condensed into few words are my experiences with people, self-discovery, and the small parts of life and the world I've gotten to see through the windows of my childhood home.
