Chlorophyll

My little green poppy,
You grow, bigger and taller all the time
Where there’s no Oxygen, no light…
And you are pregnant with a new baby, almost every time I see you
How flexible could you be in the middle of a jungle of hard metals!
By yourself, when you loose your babies again, once you get used to hugging them every morning…
Watching me all the time, with laugh, smile, sadness, anger, or just exhaustion,
How patient could you be carrying all that load!
You know, I don’t even have a name for you yet,
Except that cute one, that reminds me of my childhood …

It’s just a note to let you know how lucky I am, feeling you around me…
I guess now I can call you with your brand new name, Chlorophyll.