i wanted to show you my plants,
my tiny little seedlings i grew,
leggy green things with tiny leaves,
birthed in dirt in tiny cups and plastic wrap
from sunshine and seeds,
right in my kitchen window.
i wanted to show you,
to see you smile, with you head cocked to the side
laughter in your eyes, 
"that's nice, real nice. you did good!"
i can hear it in my head,
but you said,
why can't you send a picture? 
and my heart just aches. 
i just wanted to show you my plants,
baby watermelons and cantaloupes,
and beans, and sunflowers.