Saundra Adams

WEEDS

Outside my window I see the weeds,
growing among my flowers.

The dew has left glistening beads,
like diamonds in the sun.

Gently waving in the soft breeze,
mocking me as they grow.

In my life I have taken care of needs,
gardens, flowers, and such.

I used to crawl about on my knees,
the warm dirt a comfort.

Watching then as the work proceeds,
filled me with satisfaction.

Now the thoughts of the past recedes,
I sigh, a sickly wheezing sound.

My life has become oxygen, and fatique,
trailing hoses about the house.

Flowers and weeds, and their needs,
now have all become one.

Saundra Adams is 60 years of age, has COPD, Fibromyalgia, Asthma, and is in generally delicate health. She loves the computer, her four dogs, food, and counted cross stitch embroidary. She has always wanted to write a book and started with poetry. Her poetry is simple, an easy read for those who love poetry. She wants it to touch others somewhere in their lives. Adams tries to take on subjects that others would not.