It's Still Life

Just A Pinch

It’s times like these when
I think I’ll call Mum, tell her
about the garden today
with its spread of fuchsias

and how, if she was still 
alive, she’d be pinching out
new growth, taking it home,
and rooting it in some water.

I don’t think she ever bought
a plant, she borrowed bits
and seeds from other people’s
plants, and grew them on.

Temping, to pinch off a bit,
but it just didn’t seem right.
I mean you can’t pinch new
growth in a garden centre,

can you?

dVerse “Writing Yourself Out of a Place of Pain” Photo by Sigmund on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021