Seeds

Once upon a time and long ago The old man said, I planted flowers here The memories begin to disappear Now all I see here now is ash and snow And nothing after all that work to show My children's children that I hold so dear He sat down on the ground and shed a tear Lord take me now, he said, I want to go You'll have to wait, I've other things to do Said God (or was it, who can truly say) Get up and go and fight another day Or find someone to help that isn't you Here, have a seed. He opened up his hand And there it was. Not ours to understand © Gail Foster 1st March 2022