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Eden
God did plant my seed
But in my eyes, I was a weed
Yet Eve did water me still
And handsome petals grew, this garden to fill
Adam worked my soil, through and through
Until at last I bloomed a golden hue
Mother and Father toil, day and night
To see their son-flower shining bright
But in my eyes, I was a weed
Yet Eve did water me still
And handsome petals grew, this garden to fill
Adam worked my soil, through and through
Until at last I bloomed a golden hue
Mother and Father toil, day and night
To see their son-flower shining bright
Published 1st Oct 2023
| Edited 2nd Oct 2023
Author's Note
This is a tribute poem to my parents. I have recently turned 20 years old, and a new perspective on life was granted to me. My parents work tirelessly to ensure that I am taken care of, and given the best chance at life that I can have. If not for these amazing people, I doubt I would be where I am today.
Thanks Mom and Dad
Thanks Mom and Dad
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Aww, I love your tribute! It was very creative
I've missed your writing.
My parents are/ were amazing too. We are lucky.
20 years old - you are a baby compared to me, lol.
I've missed your writing.
My parents are/ were amazing too. We are lucky.
20 years old - you are a baby compared to me, lol.
2nd Oct 2023 5:12am
It's a long road ahead, but I know I will always have help when I need it
2nd Oct 2023 3:40am
What a wonderful tribute to your parents.
God bless:)
Congratulations on opening the door of 20:)
God bless:)
Congratulations on opening the door of 20:)
2nd Oct 2023 5:13am
Thank you! I'm so very grateful for everything in my life. That includes everyone in this wonderful space of poets, who have helped me grow as a writer!
3rd Oct 2023 4:06pm
I don't know why I'm so surprised, each poem takes my breath away or sends a chill down my spine.
