A strand <br />of light blonde hair <br />gently blown <br />back & forth <br />across your amazed face <br />by your own breath <br /> <br />held now <br />in wonderment <br />as you watch <br />in the tiny compact world of the pot <br />the first little <br />green hair <br /> <br />sprout tentatively <br />from the black earth <br />remembering the time <br />we too <br /> <br />planted it <br />not knowing <br />the when or how <br />it would grow <br />into oh... <br />...such wonder <br /> <br />turning your baby blues up at me <br />barely capable of speaking the words <br />your mouth <br />full of awe <br />you explaining it <br />back to me: <br />“It growed...oh...it growed! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-little-sapling-for-lyn/
