Fran's Seed

While we were bustling 'bout the Manor
as directed or beguiled, dear Fran planted
a seed of cherish at the Sunday Market,
which I now transplant in a teacup
near the kitchen fire.

papa
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SEED: "I planted a tiny poem"

The proverb says that only seeds
that fall on fertile ground
will bear fruit --
and it may be true
if only a certain flower
is desired, and
all others called weeds.

But we can plant tiny poems
in hearts of stone,
and on rocky shores
of life's travails,
where even trudging spirits
may carry them far and wide
to blossom in the smile of a friend.