Growing Togetherness CIC

written for a Salford-based community organisation

Through garden pains, 

whenever the weathers miss  

with green-built reins 

we’re growing togetherness. 

Magic-bean how –  

whatever untethered ‘this’, 

fruit is here now 

from growing togetherness. 

No green without blue –  

whoever forever missed, 

death’s kneaded too 

for growing togetherness. 

Like water on leaf, 

wherever remember’s kiss 

holds gentle grief 

while growing togetherness. 

What plants isn’t wrong –  

whichever memory’s fixed 

like tree roots: strong, 

you’re growing togetherness. 

Through garden pains, 

whenever the weathers miss 

with green-built reins 

we’re growing togetherness.