My Little Sapling! (For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

A strand
of light blonde hair
gently blown
back & forth
across your amazed face
by your own breath

held now
in wonderment
as you watch
in the tiny compact world of the pot
the first little
green hair

sprout tentatively
from the black earth
remembering the time
we too

planted it
not knowing
the when or how
it would grow
into oh...
...such wonder

turning your baby blues up at me
barely capable of speaking the words
your mouth
full of awe
you explaining it
back to me:
“It growed...oh...it growed! ”