I Am Fred

Your sister left me for dead on her back porch;  I must have been a sight. Lonely, starved for light and affection, I can never ever repay you. Ever.  Anyone else would have thought me long past saving, but you looked past my dishevelled, half-dead appearance, refreshed my soil, expanded my world and patiently, lovingly, removed every single energy sucker that had infested my bark. I suppose its been over … Continue reading I Am Fred