My Little Sapling! (For Lyn)

A strand of light blonde hair gently blown back & forth across your amazed face by your own breath held now in wonderment as you watch in the tiny compact world of the pot the first little green hair sprout tentatively from the black earth remembering the time we too planted it not knowing the when or how it would grow into oh... ...such wonder turning your baby blues up at me barely capable of speaking the words your mouth full of awe you explaining it back to me: “It growed...oh...it growed! ”