When You Plant a Three-Year-Old
he’ll grow inside a tree,
a blue tree, taller and
taller and tall, like
the sky, then he’ll climb
out of the tree and he
won’t have anybody
to play with him and
he’ll be sad, he’ll try
to climb up the tree
but it’s too hard, he’ll
go inside and tell
his daddy who’ll help
him climb up the tree
and he’s so happy, he’s
taller than the tree.
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I really enjoyed this–both playful, engaging, and a little bit of that sadness to see them grow up
This is an intriguing poem. Growing up is so tough, making the hope at the end of this poem all the more tangible.
Wonderful. I can see him climbing that tree ❤️
Libby – what a wonderful title and poem! Bittersweet look at growing up and time, which passes too quickly.