You were once a wee one
How you needed me, needed love
I nurtured you the best I could
Encouraged you to grow into your own
You were an active little boy
Who loved mud and chasing birds
How those legs would move!
Then one day, they grew long,
You seemed awkward, but kept growing
It grew as well, with our moves,
Your ‘birth’ day cast iron plant,
Through the adjustments and changes.
Still, what remained the same
Was the hearts that were your home.
Your offshoot didn’t flourish when we gave it away,
So it just goes to show,
One flourishes when they know where is home…
We all need a welcoming place called home
To nurture, encourage, and help us grow.
You can always return to home.
pamelascanepa 