A Garden of Hope

 

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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 . . .

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©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria

1/23/15

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8 thoughts on “A Garden of Hope

  1. Kim, I like this. I was thinking of the metaphor of the small family farmer where everyone puts their blood, sweat and tears into growing the crops. Well done, Keith

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