Flowers Poem by jolenish fiber

It is warm,
but not warm enough.
So I dig up the bed,
turn up the soil,
fertilize it tenderly
in preparation.

It is warm, but not warm enough...
STILL!
So flower plants are bought
and nursed,
planned into an order
for the bed.

It is still too cold!
I want the plants
to bloom into flowers...
NOW!

I was once in line
for a plain old vanilla ice cream
on a regular cone
for over ten minutes.
The lady in front of me turned to me
and said these words,
'After the wait, you know you will enjoy it.'

So I am now picturing this woman,
short and chunky,
big pink sunglasses,
blonde hair curled,
telling me in her husky voice the same thing.

After the wait, I know i will enjoy it.