We’re growing a garden.
It’s okay if there are weeds, if there are rocks.
Its still new.
Just rub my back & I’ll kiss your knees.
Clean my shovel, & I’ll mend your gloves.
One day we’ll have nothing to do but sit in chairs.
I stained out of wood, you cut & look at our flowers.
We won’t remember it as work, just time spent together !!
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