Bloom Wherever You Are Planted
Kimberlee J. Benart
Sep 13, 2017
My momma said to me, “Don’t hide your light under a bushel, Girl. Always do your best. Bloom wherever you are planted.”
No mindless door mat was she, no painted icon either; but a good woman who loved.
She gave me room to bloom, she did. She gave me room to bloom: room to grow, room to try, room to fail, and room to try again.
When once I was low in heart and spirit, she looked me in the eye and said, “I know who you are. I know what you are. I know you tried your best. Shake the dust off your feet, Girl. Bloom wherever you are planted.”
She gave me room to bloom, she did. She gave me room to bloom: room to grow, room to try, room to fail, and room to try again.
No longer on this earthly plane, not eye to eye but heart to heart we meet. I call to her in the darksome night: Momma this and Momma that, whatever weighs upon my heart; feeling not hearing her response. I know she is with me; I sense she is near. Still near.
She gives me room to bloom, she does. She gives me room to bloom: room to grow, room to try, room to fail, and room to try again.