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A poem just a moment of inspiration. GRANIES PLANT POT. |
ADD "COLECTION OF POEMS " {item 2050441} to book 'ON A JOURNEY WITH WDC AND ME. ' Granny passed away last week And she left me her old plant to keep She pruned and dug the soil down deep The plant looked fresh and oh so sweet This pot will come to you one day And she prodded and softened the clay Do this each day for the plant to survive Remember these words when I'm not alive So now it sits on my side board each day And it's time for me to prod the clay I prod at the plant and dig down deep To discover granny had a secret to keep A box with her treasures to tell And for me to nurture them well A box with a message for her last words to tell Her treasures for me to nurture them well. |