August 21, 2008
Tomato Blues
My mom was always busy doing the housework.
She never stopped, except to feed me, wash me,
and put me to bed.
In the summer, she would plump me down on a blanket,
in the garden, and then she’d leave me there,
sitting with the tomatoes.
I did a lot of sitting in the first
year and a half of my life.
And that’s when I started
to get bored.
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Gord says:
Aha! So you were a sunflower that was plunked amid the tomatoes.
Kind of like the beautiful swan story eh?
(Notice, I didn’t say “ugly duckling” story)
August 21, 2008 at 11:47 pm
OzaMeilleur says:
Okay, Sherlock, you got it all figured out. LOL
Actually, it IS much more of an ugly duckling story. But an ugly duckling with an edge.
To be continued…
August 22, 2008 at 12:00 am
Bradzo says:
Hi Mudd (and Oza of course!)
You *always* bring a smile to my face - thank you so much!
Cheers
Brad
August 22, 2008 at 5:26 am
OzaMeilleur says:
Hi Bradzo!
Thanks for dropping by…I’m glad I can make you smile.
Big hugs to you, my friend xoxo
August 22, 2008 at 5:42 pm