..garden

The garden gnome,

Throughout my childhood he’d stay.

Never alone,

He’d watch me while I would play.

You’re on the phone,

But I cannot hear a thing.

The many whispers,

Surrounding every room,

Misses and Mister,

I’ll know your names very soon.

You’re full of lies,

So that’s why I stay outside.

Tripping on rocks,

I’m in my grandma’s garden,

Never mind

The stingers on the bees.

A voice I hear asks

So do you want to stay?

I do not

Know what it’s asking me.

Scraping my knees

In my grandma’s garden,

But it’s fine,

As long as I don’t bleed.

The voice I heard,

Too late to understand it,

I now know,

That I’ll never leave.

But one day, the gnome wasn’t in the garden anymore.

So I say, he’s far beneath the ground.

I spend my time

Within my grandma’s garden

As long as I stay here

I know I’m safe and sound