In my garden I’ve a friend
It’s a magic flower
He wasn’t like this yesterday
He’s grown with every hour.

His round, brown face was very small
He had short, golden hair
One day I could plainly see him
The next, he’d shot up there!

“Please wait for me to catch you up
I’m only three feet high
If you go on and grow and grow
You will touch the sky.

I won’t be able to play with you
Until I’m ten feet tall
Or will you come back here to play with me
Down here? Stay here. Stay small.”



Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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