It's Not A Weed To Me!
Today the little rascal presented a token of love to me,
A simple little weed he found growing out by our apple tree.
Our days are often full of trials, this little boy and me,
If I would surrender and give him his way, a happy boy he thinks he would be.
It seems like only yesterday he was turning three,
Now this big 10-year old still fills my heart with glee.
One day this little boy will grow up and God's man he will be,
But today he was proud to bring me my own little weed . . .
"LOOK Mom, a beautiful flower, just for you from me!"
Wait a minute. . . you have a blog? How have I missed this?
ReplyDeleteSuddenly my days look brighter and I have something FUN to look forward to! HA!
Great poem - thank you for sharing.
Happy Tuesday, Friend!