He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees something that will make Mommy smile.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees something to blow on that sheds out into the air.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He watches the seeds spread thinking its magic.

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He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees a yellow flower.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees an opportunity to make a wish.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees happiness.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees beauty.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees wonder.

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He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees life.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees magic.

He doesn’t see a weed.

He sees the way to look at the world.

Patricia Murphy

Patricia Murphy resides in New York. She and her husband have two children, one living and one angel. She is a senior studying English at SUNY Old Westbury. She hopes, through writing, she is able to help her fellow mamas smile and find hope.