Every year I plant the seeds,
and every year they grow.
I work the earth and pull the weeds
and care for what I sow.
And, when the tender shoots break through
reaching for the sun
I find I'm reaching with them . . .
and every year they grow.
I work the earth and pull the weeds
and care for what I sow.
And, when the tender shoots break through
reaching for the sun
I find I'm reaching with them . . .
(random, stolen picture)
in awe of what I've done.
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Forgive me, I'm feeling a touch melancholy and sappy. Today is Baby Puppy's last day of school. I can't believe her first year of school has come and gone! Sure, it's just pre-kindergarten, but, still . . .
My baby.
My little sprout.
My baby.
My little sprout.
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14 comments:
I know. They seem to start "sprouting" very quickly now, too, once they have been exposed to school. I remember "J" growing very quickly after she finished pre-school. Little baby no more...
I understand, I get like every time the school year ends - How can they be that old already?
I love the poem!
We very much need to start a My Baby's Starting Kindergarten Club. I'm so proud/sad. She's my wittle baby. She's too wittle! I still wanna eat her toes all the time ;)
Oh good I'm not the only melancholy mother of a preschool graduate. Beautiful poem!
Sweet sprout.
STOP IT.....you have me all teary. I can't take it.
hugs!
I hope my seeds sprout! It's my Sj's last day as well. I can't believe she is going to kindergarten, how can this be?
I can only imagine how you feel. I'm already dreading my little one's first day of school and she's only 18 months old!
Sniffle . . .
This was beautiful! I understand the feeling. My little Prince had his last day of pre-school last week. Bitter sweet.... Lovely poem!
Awww. :(
Awww indeed - but every year of the journey is worth it!
great poem *s*
oh lovely, insightful poem. My first is headed off to collage at the end of summer and my last will be in school all day next year. First time in all these years I will have a whole days to myself.
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