A twig a branch <br />anything green <br />even bent broken <br />twisted it <br />seemed <br /> <br />Inserted <br />with moister into <br />the ground <br />short time latter <br />flowers <br />abundantly wild <br /> <br />Troubled children <br />family problems <br />came to our <br />home <br /> <br />Many hundreds <br />of hours <br />letting them <br />know <br /> <br />Immensely frustrated <br />in the end <br />they did grow <br /> <br />No more of such <br />may I do now <br />lost and confused <br />it is <br />I am <br />now<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/healing-hands-that-used-to-be-mine/
