A twig a branch
anything green
even bent broken
twisted it
seemed
Inserted
with moister into
the ground
short time latter
flowers
abundantly wild
Troubled children
family problems
came to our
home
Many hundreds
of hours
letting them
know
Immensely frustrated
in the end
they did grow
No more of such
may I do now
lost and confused
it is
I am
now
Uloia Norris Moore
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