When you plant a seed
you do not know where it might lead.
Will it become a pretty bead?
Or will it grow into wild weed?
When you plant a seed
you do not know what it might need.
Will it know how to proceed?
Or will it grow up to exceed?
When you plant a seed
you will have to concede
that it will get its own feed
that it will grow at its own speed
(c) Mindful Mimi – September 2008
Thanks to 
for prompting this poem.
“The waiting for it to do its thing” part is the hardest! Like motherhood, it can be scary.
Spoken like a gardener. I can say I have had a few surprises along the way.
..”motherhood-can be scary_the work is hard-
“like a gardener”..for sharing ur thoughts many thanks..
That is lovely…and a great reminder that we can plant the seeds and help to nurture them along the way, and they will grow (and learn) at their own pace.
Ah, words of wisdom here… well done.
