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2 comments:
Dear Mom,
Yes, you had to bribe me
to help you in the garden;
nickels for horn worms,
extra cartoon time for
turning the compost;
twenty-five cents a bag
for pulled weeds, and yes,
I hated it and always complained;
but this morning I turned over
a patch of soil in our
new back yard and I
was wondering...how much
fertilizer should I add, and
when is the best time
to plant tomatoes and peas?
How many times do I have to tell you this?
How many times must we go over the same thing?
How many times will you come to me and say “Mom,
what should I do?”
My answer will always be the same:
Pray and walk with faith.
And I will tell you this same thing every time you call on me.
For that’s what mother’s do.
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