05/17/2019 By Rachel Mihalko
Flowers die with winter’s snow
You must water what you grow
A year ago I saw the snow
You must water what you grow
Winter was long would not let go
You must water what you grow
Now I see light down on the road
You must water what you grow
Hope sprang with the grass I mow
You must water what you grow
Now it isn’t perfect, though
And the plant has built its home
So you must water what you grow
Rachel Mihalko is the Director of Content at Elephants & Tea magazine and is a Hodgkin’s lymphoma survivor. She loves theatre, writing poetry, and crafting of all sorts. Reading has fueled her passion for writing, and you will rarely find her without a book on hand. You can connect with her on Instagram.
