One Teeny Little Seed
Yesterday
Mom plopped an acorn
Into my open palm
Whispering, “Did you know
That you are holding
An oak tree in your hands?
Sometimes they grow
To be eighty feet tall
And some even live
For one thousand years
And all of that is packed
Into one teeny little seed
Pretty neat, huh?”
And then she smiled
And tousled my hair
Like she’d just shared
A really big secret
Mom plopped an acorn
Into my open palm
Whispering, “Did you know
That you are holding
An oak tree in your hands?
Sometimes they grow
To be eighty feet tall
And some even live
For one thousand years
And all of that is packed
Into one teeny little seed
Pretty neat, huh?”
And then she smiled
And tousled my hair
Like she’d just shared
A really big secret
This poem is copyright (©) Shaun Jex 2025
About the Writer
Shaun Jex
Shaun Jex is a writer from the Oklahoma City Area. Besides writing poetry, he has written several nonfiction books and likes to spend his free time reading comic books and peeking under rocks to find the bugs living there.
