Seedlings pushing up their heads
remind me on this thirteenth birthday
of little heads held warmly
embraced by love's confident
hold in the midst of frozen,
war torn soil.
Today you are with me, having
come to my life as a blessing
undeserved.
Are they ever deserved
these many blessings of mine
or even recognized
until the days pass
by and the absence or ongoing
presence reminds me
that I am surrounded,
that I have been invited to nurture
growing, flowering, possibilities.
Then day by day if I chance to observe
they are present, not only the
buds but full blooms
wonder
embraces me.
gkn March 22, 2018
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