Our Mothers Knew It

For my mother. Inspired by the talk "Mothers Who Know" by Julie B. Beck, and the scripture in Alma, chapter 56, verse 48.

We tiny seeds
Are nurtured with love
Mothers plant us
With shovels and gloves

Mothers pull weeds
For more room to grow
And mount us to stakes
To lean on in snow

Some will grow tall
And some will reach wide
Some will bear fruits
With new seeds inside

If a storm comes,
We know we'll stand through it
And we know this
For our Mothers knew it.
 

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I'm going to view this with a Wolfie spin to it. =) I see this as mother nature planting the seeds that will grow strong, deep and tall, eventually to be known as the Wise Oak Tree. For they need extra light and extra water in the beginning, but then as they grow, they in turn help those around them, nursing with their blanket of leaves and providing nuts to feed upon as well as shade under which to rest and recover from any storm. Thus good ole' mother nature did know best, in planting those oak trees with the rest.

Great Poem!
Aaron

[Layteebug]

I like your wolfie spin. Thanks so much!

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Splendid read and write. Well done.

[Layteebug]

Thank you for the review :D

[Brandon S. Whitten]

You are welcome

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

I love this! It flows well and speaks volumes on an age-old truth. Well done.

[Layteebug]

Thank you very much!

[WriterN]

simply beautiful. Love it

[Layteebug]

Thank you!

[Melanie Genevieve]

ahhhh I love the flow of this. This is great! :)

[Layteebug]

Thank you!

[HavenMarie]

Very sweet and down to earth. Nice poem two thumbs up. :)

[Layteebug]

Thanks for your review!