Planting Seeds in Fertile Ground
If you could answer, a resounding yes, to a child,
now, whose all grown up and is matured,
If answering this question of a time from the past,
in terms for him, then to be, as assured.
Did you give to him the best of all chances,
in making the grade, to survive in this world,
Not giving him up and then forgetting his loss,
as out the door, his life was so hurled?
Did you go the extra mile in this duty,
to prepare him for a world of such great demands,
Give of yourself in every way you could,
to be understood, in explaining all of the plans?
Did you take the precious few hours in time,
of the days, so gifted, for God's every child,
See that each one, under a warming sun, found a joy,
and every fond reason, to bring a smile?
Were the babes so entrusted to your waiting arms,
all to receive the best that you ever had,
As you gave the finest in thoughtfulness,
in all of your regards, in this, can you be so glad?
Was your goal, in explaining the hardest of tasks,
a communication of such, in your resolve,
Giving to each that you held in your trusts,
a method to the madness, in things left to solve?
Were children growing up, under your care,
then all meeting their futures and their needs,
Did you plant in soils, of the fertile ground,
the sought knowledge, with the life giving seeds.
If your answer to these inquiries, incessant requests,
are a positive statement, and so ingrained,
Then yours is the world of all dreams fulfilled,
and in young minds, such treasures you've lain.
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