My Green Thumb
There was a time when only weeds survived
My green thumb as I tended soil and seeds
Plants so stunning, my nurturing deprived
Of the sunshine’s love, the sprinkling who feeds
Only mom’s gentleness and grace revived
The lingering of the droughts and the weeds
Bringing grace to the soil with kind showers
Healing my plants so they would bring flowers
Over time, plants I nurtured often sighed
Wishing for a gentling touch, so tender
Their subtle beauty would surely abide
Amazing with buds stirring such splendor
With many years of hopelessness, I tried
Forcing my green thumb into surrender
There would be silent days of drought and dread
Days of raising the lovely flower bed
With all said and done, I had just begun
To know the joy of playing in the dirt
So there beneath the quiet morning sun
I learned to let go, let my heart exert
All the work of my hands with so much fun
Inspiring, the flowers grew a convert
For all my days I would always remain
Expert in flowers, my green thumb did reign
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