Little

I write little. Simple. Tiny words. But I write them as often as you pour water into a flowerpot. Eventually, my clumsy fingers will employ enough finesse to arrange a bouquet of words for you like lemonade and sugarplum or daffodil and ginger, but for now, all I can afford is this. A little water. A little thought. Tiny words to promise you that one day I’ll grow into something beautiful. One day… ❤️