we grew together: budding realizaiton

I grew passed you long ago.

You held me up,

bent and waving;

I no longer require your support.

One can’t ask for that,

must be given

freely

with a love and understanding that,

even if you have not grown

up to my height,

even if you desire less sunlight,

you put down harder roots

and weigh browning leaves

against the sweetness of my fruit.