Blueberry Bush

We brought you home-

You were just a wee sprout,

proud and newly grown.

Smaller that the baby 

blueberry bush outside your window

We rooted you deep in the loam and dust of us.

We fed you on niblets of story and sunlight

And watched your spirit unfurl,

Curled and bold like blueberry leaves in early spring.

We waited for that first fruit -

That sweet tang of your tongue on words

ripening beneath soft petals of  love.

You would thrive, we knew,

like the blueberry bush

we planted when you arrived, rooted deep in the loam and dust of us.