Nursery
She reached up and grabbed the plant
by its soft, celery-green tendrils
and plopped it in my cart
I thanked her and adjusted the cascading baby leaves
around my succulent and impatiens
She reminded me of the labor and delivery nurse
who bathed you
rough and thorough
I tiptoe needlessly through this world
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Love this memory-trigger poem, Jennifer. That last line puts it over the top.
That last line is a poem in itself! Enjoyed reading this!
Great metaphor! Wow!
Oh and yes, that last line !
That last line!
I love how carefully you build up to the insight