Bonsai Boy

Pat Burroughs
He planted a tree in a pot so small
That it had no room to grow.
It spent its whole life on a hothouse shelf,
So it never could feel the wind blow.
He shaped its branches to fit his design
And it bent as he directed.
It slowly grew old, but it never grew up,
Although it had not been neglected.

She sheltered her child in a world so small
That he had no room to grow.
She shielded him from adversity's winds
So a challenge he never would know.
She molded his life to conform to her plans
And he yielded to her direction.
He slowly grew old, but he never grew up,
Because of her overprotection.

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  • Rebecca Livermore1/7/2008

    This really spoke to me because I tend to be protective, and have to make myself pull back and trust God with my kids. It isn't easy sometimes!

  • Brett Davison12/31/2007

    Right on! My mom is a teacher and she has to deal with stuff like this all the time...although it's usually the opposite.

  • Tony Vega12/26/2007

    Fantastic! Excellent title, Pat.

  • Rebecca Livermore12/24/2007

    I enjoyed your poem!

  • Kay Whittenhauer12/24/2007

    WOW! Great parallel! Fantastic! 5 stars

  • Kassidy Emmerson12/23/2007

    Great job- absolutely true!

  • Crystal Sky12/23/2007

    This is very good! I like this, and I agree with Jane. It's very true.

  • Jane Winstead12/23/2007

    Very good and very true.

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