pass a spoon and collect the tears . . .
one from every mama’s eye . . .
one from every poppa’s . . .
from grandmothers and grandfathers too . . .
fill a vase of salty tears . . .
add a blend of fertilizer . . .
a ton of powerful respect . . .
and don’t forget sprinkles of love . . .
the sun will shine and keep them warm . . .
guiding the growth of shooting vines . . .
crawling in the broken hearts . . .
helping the hurt to heal . . .
creating a bouquet of beauty . . .
and a hypnotic fragrance in the air . . .
like a weed blossoming wild . . .
blooming carefree . . .
touching hearts and souls . . .
sharing joy with every bursting bud . . .
spreading beauty . . .
and forever blossoming hope . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
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