Little seeds
Dear Papa,
I wish you could see me now.
I am not the little girl that used to sit on your knee
And listen to your bee stories.
I am not the little girl that used to wonder how
Your garden grew.
Your passion and dedication to Your garden
Taught me more than you know.
I know the seeds you tenderly planted
Grew and grew until they blossomed and produced.
I know to get there they had to withstand
Rain, wind, sun, pests.
The little seeds fight to become strong.
The little seeds fight to develop.
I wish you could see me now.
I, myself, have blossomed and produced good fruit.
I have gone through many
Tears, heartbreak, betrayal, and evil in my short life.
In the midst of these I found hope in the
Joy, love, bliss, and elation of living.
I have learned much about life
Thanks to your little seeds.
I wish you could see me now.
I am all grown up
And planting little seeds of my own,
Missing you every second that passes,
But still knowing you are with The Gardener
Walking in The Garden above.
I know you can see me now.