Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Being a parent



Is like planting good seeds
Sprinkling then day by day
With flowing love
Laying them under the sun
To know the world




When pests enter you protect us
When we look pale you talk to us
When problems arouse you restore us
When parts dry up you trim us
When we fall you pick us up

And when we grew taller each day
You smile saying “I’ve done a great job!”
You leap in joy when we bear fruits,
Huge, luscious and lovely fruits.
And that sight is enough as a reward



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