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Mama's Babies

June 2025

If my plants could talk,

They'd probably curse me out.

Mad at me for lacking in care,

I'm sure they'd want to know

whats that all about.

 

I tried.

Unfortunately,

they don't like me as much as I like them.

I water them,

I feed them,

Give them a place to stay,

Just for them to

go on and wither away!

 

I talk to them with love,

even play them some nice tunes,

but all I get back

are crispy leaves and doom.

 

Regardless,

I remain dedicated to learning

their love language

and

I know they'll grow

once they truly feel nurtured.

 

I kept buying more.

Hopeful,

that despite my track record

maybe,

just maybe,

one day I'd learn the secrets of the plant whisperer.

 

Well,

more fell down and now I realize

that more plants is more work

and to prioritize the ones before my eyes.

 

So,

I'll keep loving my few out loud,

even when they roll those leafy green eyes!

Because even with their silent judgment,

they still bring brightness to my life.

 

While I focus on my three

I'm finally learning

That though they share the same owner,

they all are different

and have their own unique

needs.

— D