Sow me and you’ll know me



A pack of seeds my mother found

Were carefully sown in the ground

The pack did not possess a label

So my Mam she was unable

To tell what would eventually grow

Until summer, she wouldn’t know.

The fragile seedlings slowly grew

Beneath the sun and sky of blue

She fed and watered emerging shoots

Kept weeds from smothering the roots

Eventually tiny buds appeared

They didn’t die as she had feared

She couldn’t wait to see the flowers

She’d tended for so many hours

One morning in the month of June

Her lovely flowers came into bloom

In the sunshine out of the shade

A row of scarlet poppies swayed.  

About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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4 Responses to Sow me and you’ll know me

  1. Susan Condon says:

    Great poem with a perfect title, Trish 🙂

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