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I’m out to plant spring flowers
with little feet in tow.
His eager hands will churn the soil
as gentle breezes blow.
His tender feet will grace this place
and leave sweet prints behind
to create patterns of delight -
his garden art to find.
As temperamental winter bows
to steadfast warmth of spring...
most cherished of my flowers grown,
my wild one on the swing!
I'm going to the garden
to chase a little boy,
buzzing like a bumble bee...
an afternoon of joy!