I was born cradled inside your palm
within the perimeters of a safe haven
brought to life by loving silty fingers
Rose is what I heard you call me
staying true to my appellative name
I chose to bloom inside your heart
Many butterflies and bumblebees
sat on my flowerhead but only you
were the apple of my eye, dear heart
I was born to please you and only you
enclosed and surrounded I thrived,
like a rose, in a tangled mess of flowers.
This poem is fragrant and alive and full of texture. The fizzing, thriving feeling of butterflies and bees is tangible, even audible. And your last line offers a riveting feeling of beautiful disarray. I love it! {had to look up the word ‘appellative,’ — never heard that term before.} ~~ djl
This exceptional book, Celebrating the Gift of Being Alive, has the perfect thoughts and words for birthdays, graduations, engagements, marriages, and any life celebration or family tradition.
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
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