Growth
By Salahadeen B
14 years ago
Slipping through the cracks of my hand
The brown rubble returned to the earth
Falling as I clung to the overflowing bucket
Trickle trickle trickle
Young seedlings slurping up the nutrients
Now I marvel at its beauty
The large roots are like a claw across the backyard
Popping in and out
In and out
They break through the soil and interweave like a young girl’s braid
My smile as wide as the crescent moon