Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherry Tomatoes

A backyard planter bursting with Tomatoes on the vine Provided treats for several mouths And one of them was mine. My son’s the one who grew ‘em. His daughter and her aunt Plucked only those deemed red enough; The rest stayed on the plant. While picking was in progress, My son trimmed leaves that died, Which my grandgirl helped me gather up To toss off to the side. Though not all family members Helped to make the chore complete, We all reaped the rewards Of those tomatoes, ripe and sweet.