Friday, July 17, 2009


Like a boomerang,
You throw it
And if it comes back,
It is for keeps

Like a garden,
You plant,
And cultivate,
Then harvest.

Like a book,
You read the first chapter,
If it is interesting
You keep it,
If not,
You toss it in the bin.

Like a flower,
In the garden,
You pluck it,
Without constant watering,
It withers and dies.

Like the ocean,
It is calm,
In a storm,
It roars and rocks the boat.

© thelma migue, 2009

1 comment:

  1. I see decisions...choices...and coming back...or going away inadvertently...