The Hopa Crabapple

By Dave Hanks

             

		Mother planted this bush so
			Long ago
		It was infantile and small, but
			It would grow

		Many years the branches
			Were long and lean
		Showing evidence of  
			A few blossoms in between

		But, this year the branches are
			Sheer luxury
		Giving great pleasure to
			You and to me

					Once we were tiny and 
						Quite embryonic 
					Loving parent’s guidance
						Was our “tonic” 

					And just like the shrub
						We grew long and lean
					With little evidence of maturity 
						That could be seen

					But, with values stressed 
						Along the way
					We became the individuals 
						That we are today


	(Malus Hopa)







Poetry


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