AN OLD POEM
I recently rediscovered an old writing journal (see article on my website: https://lindaford.org/?page_id=1469)in which I’ve noted writing thoughts, story ideas, poems and descriptions. Some of the writing is good. Some not so much. Some of the struggles I mention are the same ones I’m still coping with. Does that mean I haven’t grown in my life? I’m not even going to think about that. I even found a few poems. I thought I’d share one. It’s not deep or profound but does express my feelings. The title isn’t quite right but it’s the best I could do at the time.
Dandelion Love
The rose is a flower of beauty
Delicate and fragile
Symbol of love and esteem.
I could bloom like a rose
Given the right conditions
Careful cultivation
Protection from the elements
Weed control
A little TLC
The world doesn’t need another rose
A rose needs too much nurturing
I’m going to bloom like a dandelion
I will thrive in spite of neglect
Through stormy gale
Desert heat
Beneath crushing feet
Neglected among weeds
Overlook amidst flowers of rarest beauty
Growing heavenward in empty parking lots
A reflection of the Son
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