Don’t move the dirt from offtop of the sprout;
there is something it’s gotta work out
for itself.
and then don’t be so quick to help it squirm from its shell,
thinking that’s just as well;
it may not need your help.
Clip what‘s been desperate
for love and attention;
there is energy, then,
to bloom out from the core.
and feel free to mourn,
losing those that you’ve borne;
a reflection of you!
(for they do not keep score.)