Tragedy struck today. Came home to see my darling mango seedling tree snapped. It was just a baby. I blame the darn squirrels. Seriously, I hope someone somewhere is having squirrel stew.
Oh mango how I do love you
Sweet, luscious, succulent, sumptuous goodness
Oh King of all fruits
How many clothes have I stained with your sweetness?
Oh how I do cherish the thrills of pleasure of having your sticky juice all over my face and fingers
Oh dear mango
You made me drool
You lit my Spring with your embryonic growth
I hoped to nurture you through the Winter
A bigger pot for you I already had
Your loss made worse by the creeping cold
Now to the compost pile you must go.
A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.
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