Strong
Strong
I brought home my four babies
From the nursery three months ago.
Placed them in the courtyard,
Gave them each my love and my soul.
One after another, chose them each,
For their place in the sun.
Water and shelter as per the dose.
Three of my babies
Are growing green and strong;
The fourth too shy,
Slanting away, with a side glance.
Neither tall, nor wide,
Skinny, struggling with appetite.
But I can see its stems holding on,
Taking in the moisture and sun,
Preserve and store.
My gardener says
This isn't his time,
He needs more cool
To grow and shine;
Yet all through the summer
He sustained,
His roots tender,
But still carrying on.
I know my baby
Will pull through this rough time,
'Cause just like his mother,
Time is rearing him to be strong.