plant tiny seed
in garden womb
grow like a weed
till out of room
when time is ripe
birth little sprout
stem stretches tall
leaves wave about
water with LOVE
nurture strong roots
let sun chase gloom
wait for the fruits
watch child bloom!
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Quadrilles are blooming at dVerse Poets pub where Lillian hosts today. We have a new grandson…see previous post for photo 🙂
a poem in my pocket 