Picking out the weed,
never appealed to you much.
Getting the right seed,
wasn't easy as such.
Still, I see you fixing
one day at a time.
Only to get deeper
in the slime.
Digging out holes
for tomorrow's plants.
Dealing with parasites
and dead ants.
I see you fixing
so often, I say,
I think I'll stay
till you till..
but we both know,
I will have to go away.
For her and her, women still fighting it out..
