I listen, I see
New words, new things.
Absorbing sponge
End result of your time.
The ancient, once prayed:
“Be patient with me”
And so, I ask today
It is nurture I need.
Being sawn, many seeds
In both, heart and intellect
These memories and knowledge
Will flourish one day.
Right now, random stories
Meaningless to some
But I’m slowly building
My body of work.
© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014
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