No one told me owning a garden would be exhausting
Enduring days I feel like sinking my roots to the ground alone
No one told me I’d have to take out the dead flowers eventually
Or be vulnerable enough to hire a gardener to tend to their illnesses
On days the sun isn’t enough for them to bloom
No one told me my Gardner would harm my children
on days I’m too weak to show up
No one told me i would be putting my children at risk by being vulnerable enough to ask for help.
No one told me
How hurt I’d be when picking up what’s left of my children.
Look at me now,
Because no one told me.