Morning Repot

​🌿 Morning Repot

When the sun emerges through cool winds, the mind whispers — stand, begin.

Plants call softly — replant, renew — while your hands tangle in the stubborn roots of the mother‑in‑law’s tongue.

You think you have a choice, but the decision has already taken root.

Separation happens quietly, soil loosened, old bonds shaken free.

And then the babies arrive on time, tiny lives clinging to promise, as the family grows in pieces, yet together.

Still, the mind whispers again and again — gather, cluster, nurture — until what was divided finds a new way to belong. 🌱