It started with your death,
this need to dig, to go into the soil.
It started with plants I did
not know, or how they worked.
It was a way to remember,
to think of digging worms.
A way to be able to say
this is the grave of someone.
Someone who I loved,
someone who planted in me,
This love, this connection,
to smell and till, and mix,
The tears and pain, to feel,
how it is to grieve and be reborn.
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