Planted memories

planted memories

She knows

I won’t forget

her.

She played in the yard

with dirt

planted memories.

She was pleasure

in all she did

with twinkles in her eyes.

Those curls

she got from me

her mother’s smile.

This is simple prose

no way near the beauty of

watching her grow.

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