Posted on May 27, 2011
We plant our seeds
and watch them grow.
Who they become,
how could we know?
They reach, they stretch,
they sway, they bend,
searching for shape, and for who is within.
Nurtured with kindness and pruned with love,
we hope they are strong enough to resist the bugs.
Soon their blossoms float on the wind.
In no certain direction their own lives begin.
We gave them guidance, direction, and light.
We worry and pray we did things right.
Search your soul, it will set you free.
Because the apple, in time, falls close to the tree.
-Kimberly Mengshoel 2011