Returning to our first garden
I recall each seed you pressed
in dirt with gloveless humble hands
which covered them so cautiously
and watered all with Mason jars.

We waited weeks for stems to peek
with tiny leaves through fertile earth
painstakingly prepared for them.

Now here I pause, your blossom poised
to birth and nurture as you did.

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Submitted: April 30, 2020