The Fits and Starts of Growing A Baby In A Bucket
From a dream I had last night
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I got pregnant, but it would not grow. It kept withering and I kept forgetting it. I felt I lost control. Every time I remembered about it I would find it all withered and dried out. It was like an alien. I would put it back inside me to help it grow and be moist again, but the same thing happened when I forgot it.
One day I decided to put it in a jar with some soil to see if that would help it grow. It did for a while. I think that was the best thing for it because it grew to be a beautiful baby.
I lived in a rundown neighborhood with a lot of bustle going on and I had to keep up with it. I was constantly trying to keep the bad guys away and surviving for another day. I felt I was carrying a large burden on my back and I traveled a lot.
That was the reason I forgot about the baby. There was too much to do to stay alive. I needed water and food and the sun every day. I needed to keep track of what was growing and what was withering.
Was I a plant?
Jo Ann Harris is an author, parent, book devotee, writer, copywriter, and film fanatic. She is an autodidact who learns about everything and rows her own boat. She grew up and worked in Atlanta, Georgia, and lived there for sixty years. She writes articles about love, hope, personal life stories, advice, and poems. She is a published author with an article in Woman’s World magazine in October 2017.
