The Budding Flower

February 20, 2018
By EricaWilson GOLD, Argyle, Texas
EricaWilson GOLD, Argyle, Texas
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My mother is the gentle breeze

Nudging me in the right direction

With her grace and beauty

My father is the watering can

Sprinkling knowledge and wisdom

Onto my innocent roots

My brother is the rich soil

Fighting off the weeds around us

With his constant love and support

My sister is the sunshine

Reflecting beams of laughter and joy

Into the seeds of my soul

And I am the budding flower

Growing and thriving and flourishing

Only with these four elements

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