Sometimes I feel as tiny as a seed
Not realizing I've so much potential
It may be it's rain and sun that I need
but love and kindness are most essential.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Writing was a way of feeling good about myself. I could feel I was growing as a writer. I couldn't go to college any more. I had a child to raise. The baby was due the eighteen of September, just a little more than a couple of weeks away. I dreamt of one day writing a book about my life. I envisioned short poems heading up each chapter. This would be one of them.