Rooted
Beneath the shade of a tree
On a blanket handed down
In shoes that are too big still
And a yard with untouched ground
Someday you will stand
To take your first steps here
Someday you will reach
And climb the branches near
Atop the canopy of leaves
When you’re looking low
Peer upon a flower bed
With springtime seeds to sew
Soil riddling our nails
Someday you and I will plant
You’ll offer to help with dinner
But I’ll still help you wash your hands
Copyright © Abbie King | Year Posted 2025
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