A Child

A little background behind this poem.
This poem is a meant to be a metaphor for my family.

Seeds sown with heart and soul

Have grown into beautiful blooms.

Each a different size and shape,

Yet beautiful in its own way.

See the buds glowing with potential.

Watch as each one grows into a flower.

Maybe one will wilt and wither,

But another will soon take its place.

Each flower creates its own seeds,

Which grow into flowers as well

And Grampa's Garden continues

Forever...