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Grampa's Garden

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...

Crystal Middlemas 
E-Mail jitter-bug@rocketmail.com