My Green Thumb

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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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