By Ardra K
I watch as she planted the seed,
Her tiny hands working hard.
She sees me watching her, she
Smiles and runs away.
The seed is now a plant,
And I - too weak to look at it.
She comes again, her young hands
Water the life she sow.
The plant grew into a tree,
I am now a withered bloom,
I close my eyes, and wait,
As doom arrives to take me.
She smiles at the wrinkled tree,
Then looks down, as if at me
And softly weeps. I smile at her,
Just how she did when we were young.