(08) 9/03/82 The Seed

Sometimes I feel as tiny as a seed

Not realizing I've so much potential

It may be it's rain and sun that I need

but love and kindness are most essential.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Writing was a way of feeling good about myself.  I could feel I was growing as a writer.  I couldn't go to college any more.  I had a child to raise.  The baby was due the eighteen of September, just a little more than a couple of weeks away.  I dreamt of one day writing a book about my life.  I envisioned short poems heading up each chapter.  This would be one of them.

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