Little Flower, poetry by Kirsten Curcio at Spillwords.com
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Little Flower

Little Flower

written by: Kirsten Curcio

@ghosthumanbones

 

Once
I was a tiny seed
tossed and buried
sipping chilly hose water gushing
through chunky garden soil
In time, I sprout to splendid heights
Fondly plucked, handpicked delight
lounging in water with family gathered
for our sunshine fill at the windowsill
attired in matching sweet pink and white,
beaming tall as admirers caress, sniff, and aww…
We spend our days gazing, reflecting on life
and why we cherish it all

Kirsten Curcio

Kirsten Curcio

Kirsten Curcio is a wife and mother of two. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and is a sucker for nature, travel, art, and photography. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.
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