Deflated Expectations Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

In the garden of hope
Grew a marvelous cantaloupe
Starting small, green and oval
Steadily growing; seeking approval

Between the hours of sunrise and setting
Developing a lovely protective netting
Near maturity its sweetness intensified
Its flesh mingled with fruitful ideas inside

Reaped and sliced, each piece was sizable
Shared and digested, no longer recognizable
Thrown away were many unproductive seeds…
Dreams were destined to die in the weeds