Tiny Farmer
Tiny farmer within your field
wonder what your crop will yield
planting now in tiny rows
little fingers, little toes
Tiny farmer what's that there?
A patch of soft, wispy hair?
Is that freckles that I see
upon your tiny freckle tree?
Tiny farmer do your part
plant in sections, tiny heart
some for mom, and some for dad
some for siblings, make them glad
Tiny farmer it's seasons close
rest your head now; softly doze
hold your dreams, settle down
spread your smile, erase your frown
Tiny farmer time has come
to meet your dad, meet your mum
burst into a world of love
gentle cries, soft as a dove
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Hours of agony, and pain.
Months of swollen feet and backaches.
All for this tiny person
that now rests it's gentle head on my breast,
listening to the lullaby of my heartbeat.
A close inspection of the fingers, toes, arms, legs,
and the patch of wild wispy hair on top it's wild fluffy head.
The Doctor says it grew it's heart so well, strong beats.
I smile.
Now, what shall we name this tiny farmer?
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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