April 20, 2022
Our children grow, we lend a hand,
To help them grow the best we can.
We till the garden, plant the seeds,
We keep it watered, free of weeds.
We watch them sprout, break through the ground,
Begin to see and look around.
As tiny leaves begin to form,
They need the light to keep them warm.
Their roots reach deep into the soil.
We know each one is worth the toil.
The spring brings rain with wind and storm.
We see the buds begin to form.
We see them bloom, grow strong, mature.
We’re confident they will endure.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you, Glad you enjoyed it.
Love this poem, John. Since I am somewhat of a gardener, and father , I can relate to your thoughts.
Thank you
Love this John!
I am sending to my children!
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