“Do me proud”
I said to four seedlings raised by my hand
from embryonic things into children of a sort
I passed them off to their new parent
who would reap the fruits of what I had sown -
a vast expansion of a small-small act
Tiny to towering
This is my entry to @theinkwell's third summer poetry challenge. The prompt I used is beauty.
Thank you for reading my work!
Image by @manoldonchev