Window Box by Ann-Marie Ferry

It is a frightening world

Is it not?

More uncertain today than yesterday

And yet I open my door

To see a world seemingly unchanged

Birds flying

Trees climbing

The sun blinding

Brilliant, life-giving

It will continue with me or without

I have a suspicion

That I am the Brussel Sprout in my window box

Temporary, seasonal

Susceptible to greedy weeds,

Gnawing bugs,

merciless drought,

and powdery mildew

In need of love, attention, and care

Morning watering's and sunny days

May make me grow

But to flourish I need the garden

For this window box was not meant to always hold me

I was made to bask in the Light of The Son

Yet this is all I know

Ann-Marie is a writer at heart and a registered nurse by profession. She is a wife of ten years to Jon and a mother to their four children: three daughters on earth and a son in heaven. Ann-Marie’s poetry ranges widely in style and topic. She is a regular contributor for Sharing Magazine where she writes about high-risk pregnancy and stillbirth through the lens of faith, shining the light of hope on grief.