Mustard Seed Poem by Francie Lynch
Mustard Seed
My brain is in the landfill,
My ego's in the dump;
My id's been spread as fertilizer,
My heart's a paltry pump.
So, how do I say
Love's grown in me,
Like invasive weeds;
I need to hoe
Between the rows,
For you,
My mustard seed.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: garden,love
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