The Gardener

All of us, planted similarily
In this garden, this garden of
no hope

Unproductive, unpleasing to
anybody’s eye.
No sprouts of leaves, no sign
of fruits

They never came out here,
they never gave us any attention,
oblivious to our needs and our
potential

One day she came, looking ordinary
but being more than that.
Nothing of possessing powers, or
having extraordinary beauty, except
in the heart

She gave us nourishment, watched
over us daily.
Made sure all was well, and looked for
no reward

And after all, beauties we became,
from wilting flowers to blooming ones,
shining not on our own, but owing
all thanks and glory to her,
our guardian, our keeper

To think just one person, one gardener
could make the biggest change, the most
noticeable difference.
To consider, for one moment, to show
one act of kindness…

And alter the world dramatically

The Gardener

Terri Lee

Austin, United States

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A free-verse poem I composed for the Reflections contest held by the PTA. I won an award for it, even though I don’t really see why.

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