Unlike our wild boy weeds
who shall grow strong
and burst into golden buds
with or without,
You, beautiful child,
are the exotic orchid
whose delicate blossoms
must be coaxed into bloom
by dappled sunlight.
You, exquisite child,
rooted in enriched soil,
watered with joyful kisses,
pruned by love’s touch,
will flower enchantingly.
You, precious child,
are the sweet fragrance
that delights our senses
and pollinates adoration
in this family’s garden.
(Orchid photo by Greg Allikas, used with permission)
Other Random Acts of Poetry:
Mom2six's poem by her 8-year-old daughter
Andy C's For Me
Lavonda's What is Required
Marcus reads excerpts from T. S. Eliot's Ash Wednesday
nAncY's On the Road
L.L. Barkat's Life, Ect.
5 comments:
Lovely. Perhaps we should all be a sweet fragrance?
The whole poem is beautiful, but somehow I like this line best...
Unlike our wild boy weeds.
Maybe the sounds, maybe the juxtaposition with ensuing delicacy. Maybe I just like it. : )
very nice...i read it three times!
Makes me want to cry. A beautiful heart of love behind the lines.
Beautiful...and how wonderful that you are the gardener, looking after and helping the growth.
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