Ode to my Grandson

COME WALK WITH ME
into the garden
I grew by seed,
callouses and backaches,
for the fleeting debut
of a blossom or two.

Sit here in the meadow,
beloved little one,
and tear the petals
one by one,
daisy do, daisy dill
i love you, i always will ...

You warn me as we wander
'Don't 'tep on the babies!'
Those tiny jade shoots we ponder
What will you be?
A weed? Or great peony?
Whatever will be,
my little one,
què serà, sera...

your Baba

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