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.
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