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.