T’was the tenth day of December
And the one-year-old crawled on a chair,
Curious as to the pretty plant,
Sitting on the table there.
Pulling herself to the edge,
She reached, if per adventure,
Her hand might brush the pretty leaves –
But she failed in her venture.
So, pushing up just once more,
Her hand, it caught just barely,
Her fingers closed on the branch –
And snapped it off quite squarely!
Now, there’s still some branches left,
But one is entirely gone.
It sits, instead, in a cup of water
To see how long it will continue on.
So, the lesson learned from today?
If you don’t want a plant explored,
Move it away from the little hands –
Or smile when curiosity knocks at their door.
To the KING be all the glory!
Poor plant:(
who was the one year old? Ruthie???
Yes, Ruthie. Aww. I hadn’t read this one in a long time.