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.