Seeds are planted
in the light buried deep
within a rich and welcoming
soil nourished by rain by sun
by the warmth of our joy
as they break through darkness
and reach tentatively towards
the sky
children are the seeds of our hearts
breaking into our lives as we
and they become us a bond
of love beyond the possibility of rending
they are the gift we give ourselves
the sound of their infant cries
remembered first smiles scraped knees
the euphoria we felt as they drifted
off to sleep on the wings of words
from their favorite story
no grand expectations of glory just the peace
of mind the certainty of their growing
going
out into the world
to be to do to know to feel to take
us with them on their journey through
the years
what now that tears fall on barren soil
when we hold them only
in memory how do we bear the days
dreamless and cold the endless aching hours
knowing the seeds of our hearts
nourished with all the love we had
to give will never fully flower.
Susan A. Katz (All rights reserved)