Did The Little Red Hen Suffer?
It’s just so frustrating to be
trying to do everything
like the Little Red Hen.
Especially trying to set up
margins to self-publish a
little book of poetry.
And garden, and cook,
my comfort food breakfast,
a poached egg with chunks of toast.
And Almond Amaretto Bread Pudding
The Little Red Hen asked for help
and no one came.
So she did it herself.
Maybe she was like me,
and LIKED to do it herself.
Maybe she liked to suffer
the slings and arrows
of roots & weeds
and margins out of alignment!
Maybe she baked better bread that way,
and maybe she gave loaves to the poor,
or gave them to be sold
for non-profits
which is what I will do
with my first book of Poetry
And how can I suffer with such
a beautiful garden and
a camera to take a photo
for the title of the book.
LATE BLOOMER
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