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 pot
the first little
green hair
sprout tentatively
from the black earth
remembering the time
we too
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! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so adorable and gorgeous. This has got to be Tilly again... yes? I love Tilly poems. Just that sharing in her ordinary wonder and that 'It growed...it growed! ' Beaufiful beautiful poem and moment and little gril and you! love Dee Dee