MY LITTLE SAPLING!

A strand
of light blonde hair

gently blown
back & forth

across your amazed face

by your own breath

held now
in wonderment

as you watch
in the tiny compact world of the ***

the first little
green hair

sprout tentatively
from the black earth

remembering the time
we two

planted it

not knowing
the when or how

it would grow
into oh...
...such wonder

turning your baby blues up at me
barely capable of speaking the words

your mouth
full of awe

you explaining it
back to me:

“It growed...oh...it growed! ”