Life hadn’t always been easy. My birth mom was a Blue Jays
fan. When I was old enough to understand her abandonment of me, I’d tell people
that as a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. She popped me out in an alley, behind a garbage bin, and
went on her merry way…without me.
Luckily, it was summer, and some kind passerby heard my
wails and found me. Social services took me in and found me one home after
another. Not too many couples could handle a drug addicted baby who never
stopped wailing. Eventually, my seed got planted in a garden full of nutrients
and sunlight, and I began to blossom.
Today, I’ve created my own seeds, and I’m growing them in my
garden while showering them with endless love.
Love this, Yvette :) Glad everything turned out ok.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Denise! It's purely fictional. Thanks for stopping by. :-)
DeleteThis is a sad story. Abandonment is low of the low but then again, there are worst things. But that this ended in a positive note is a blessing. I bless that little seed. May she continue to grow straight. Poo on that mother. Thanks, Yvette. Xo, selma
ReplyDeleteThank you, Selma! I appreciate you commenting. :-)
DeleteA great story, and being born addicted to drug this is not bad.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bjorn! I appreciate you visiting. :-)
DeleteSkillfully done. Love it, Yvette!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dawn! I appreciate you stopping by. :-)
DeleteI like that after she had a rough start, she found her way (or his way).
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting! :-)
DeleteGreat take on the prosery, Yvette! Second time I’m seeing you today. Very good writing on both.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda! I always enjoy running into you. Thanks for visiting. :-)
DeleteLove this, Yvette! I've never heard of prosery before. It reminds me of a haibun without the haiku, unless I'm way off base.
ReplyDeleteLauren 🤗
That sounds about right, Lauren! I believe dVerse created the term. It does remind me of a haibun minus the haiku. Thanks for stopping by! :-)
DeleteYou were adventurous and in paid off, a nice ending to a potentially sorry tale...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ain! I appreciate your kind words. :-)
DeleteI love the word play in your prose piece, Yvette! Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nolcha! I appreciate your visit. :-)
DeleteFiction mimics true tales... I can see the success and be thankful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jules! I appreciate you visiting. :-)
DeleteYvette, this story feels deeply moving, and the way you blend the rawness of life's struggles with the metaphor of growth is powerful. I feel the emotional journey you take the reader on, from abandonment to eventual blossoming. It's a beautiful expression of resilience.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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Thank you, David! Thank you for your kind words. :-)
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