Growing Your Own
When I planted a seed, I did not know,
this seed would sprout and begin to grow.
When growing your own, just take it slow,
if the soil looks good, life’s blood will flow.
I’ve never grown anything, quite like this,
but this is an experience, I will not miss.
I must give it care, so that it may survive,
so this life I planted, will grow and thrive.
I must learn the skills, to fulfill this mission,
for to grow your own, takes lots of ambition.
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next,
my life was suddenly… much more complex.
It takes a long time, for a sprout to mature,
when it’s time to harvest, we feel some fear.
It’s not easy, but worth all the years it takes,
for growing your own child, is never a mistake.
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