The RAD Weeds
by Jan Heffron Taber
My garden is filled with the newly formed buds
of hope, love, and trust.
I consider the RAD weeds the only enemies
of the unborn flowers.
And they show themselves proudly
almost sneering at my attempts to thwart them.
But I have weapons
yes, weapons
for the weeds are very strong.
My weapons are gentle, belying their name.
They consist of love, support, and consistency.
My garden grows more lovely every day,
and the buds are beginning to ever so slowly
ever so quietly
open to display their inner beauty.
