Green Thumb
She can grow anything
On any type of ground
A love of life she always brings
To every plant she’s found
She repots some and transplants others
And waters all just right
Every plant she patiently mothers
Regardless of the type
She sometimes wears her gardening gloves
And dons a big straw hat
She nurtures plants with her love
And they respond to that
Many plants have their flowers
Like roses and carnations
She prunes them all faithfully
And improves their presentation
Every spring she goes to bring
Little flowers from the store
She always buys many more
With the beautiful flowers galore
Her perennials surely profit well
And the annuals too
There’s simply not a single flower
That she cannot improve
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2017 09:06
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Comments5
Beautiful write for a great read!
Hooray for the green thumb.
My dad had a green thumb for his vegetable garden, his lawn, and his precious fig trees.
~Laura~
Thanks Laura! This poem is for my mother. She has the green thumb in our family.
God bless our moms! Mine can’t do much any more! She can barely pick up a fork or a spoon, but she enjoyed her youth!
I wish I had a gree thumb but I enjoyed the write and know people like that.
Thanks for your comment, lasergraph. I have been blessed to have a mother who can get anything to grow!
Gardening is another passion of mine - just top dressed the herbaceous border, pruned the climbing roses and planted so many bulbs I've lost count. As you can guess the great little write appeals to me
Thanks Michael!. I'm glad my poem appealed to you!
A fine garden write wc.
Thanks O! I appreciate your comment!
I was going to say this sounds like it would be your mom or your wife. Not the Green Thumb am I in my family. I do ok with the lawn, but beyond that my thumbs are tied. Great write wc.
Thanks AP! I wrote this poem with my mom in mind. She is a little older now, but she still has some impressive flower beds. I have zero skills when it comes to growing things.
We grow gardens of poetic flowers. ; )
Yes, I guess that's true. 😉
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