Heirlooms
Before I let you read this poem,
I will cut it into tiny strips,
wrap them around apple seeds,
and I will plant them in
long parallel rows
two
long parallel rows
so that, years from now,
when our children are grown,
you and I will be able to
hobble down a corridor of trees
and watch our grandchildren
eat crisp red love poems
that have fallen onto leaves.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly.
Used with permission
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Thanks for posting this. I enjoyed reading it very much. Reading and writing poetry relaxes me and I think it’s soothing for the soul. Great job.
A Poem for Mothers
“When he was an old man and dying, the great French Marshall Lyautey asked his gardener to plant a tree in his backyard. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not flower for 100 years. ‘In that case,’ replied the gardener, ‘plant it this afternoon.'” – President John F. Kennedy
Edited! “When he was an old man and dying, the great French Marshall Lyautey asked his gardener to plant a tree in his backyard. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not flower for 100 years. ‘In that case,’ replied the Marshall, ‘plant it this afternoon.’” – President John F. Kennedy