One weed pulled
and then two,
It’s then I realized
that was all I could do.
Before I could plant
a full bush or a tree,
Years ago I never realized
it was then I was free.
Today as I tried
valiantly to stand,
I looked down
at the spade in my hand.
Slipping it back
into the waiting flower pot,
I had to turn and say goodbye
but I loved you a lot.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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