16/30 To the seeds I started a month late

You were never forgotten

In fact

I thought of you more in the waiting time

Than if you'd been started on time

I have spent emotion on your welfare

Regret

I should have just done it

Concern

Will you blossom in time

Worry

Is there time now to bear your fruit

Before the frost consumes you

You are crowded

I know

I knew better even then

But you were last year's seeds

There were too few earthen pots

And I had a three year old helping me

Just be glad you are sprouting

And hope my thumb is green enough

This year

To tell the spinach from the basil

And the peppers