
Love can grow again
This morning I had to transfer an herb plant
because it had outgrown the small location where it grew.
The roots were strong and the plant was stubborn,
but it finally let go and let me repot as if it knew
that my intention was to give it a better space,
a better place where it can continue to grow.
Sometimes we have to move somewhere else
to be ourselves and do what we best know.
I mention this herb plant as I think about love ---
wondering if there is any hope as I age.
Knowing I've been in love before, yet not enough,
because I still want more even at this stage.
The man I think about may be nine years younger,
but he's old enough to share the same thoughts.
Perhaps perfect matches can occur at any age
if true love is what is being sought.
Honesty is so refreshing now, something like fresh air.
Like the herb plant, I replant and grow my love with care.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.




Comments (1)
Nicely done it Marie.