My family is a garden,
planted from the same seed…yet not.
Some grow best, moving with sun,
but others within shade, overcome.
‘though soil is tilled and nurtured with love;
still we cannot keep out the weeds.
By Sarah ©2023
Written for Ronovan Writes, Sijo Wednesday Poetry with the challenge theme of “family.”
By Sarah 
I was reading about using Assonance in poems instead of strict end of line rhymes and I think that is what is happening here – seeds/weeds and sun/overcome. Whatever, it’s a lovely metaphor for the “same but not” paradox which is family…
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Thank you – this is entirely, a lovely piece of feedback 😃
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Sometimes we need to re-consider how we define weed.
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💯 %!!!
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Beautiful writing! Simple but the impact given by this poem is enormous. 😇
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Thank you
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You are welcome! 😊
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Each family, each branch and leaf… must go their own way.
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Yes!
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