I Spy
As I try to clean up my mother's garden
I spy:
2 novels (read)
4 red roses (undead)
A single roll of thread
5 batteries (dead)
A weeping daisy on the edge
And a bit of some very depressed hedge.
All things my mother would hate to find in her beloved garden.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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