Not a Rose
A flower, yes indeed she is,
But, no, not a rose with its delicate petals,
For the presence of thorns,
Makes no sense to this child.
She is a daisy,
Not a Shasta, big and strong,
But a tiny little one,
Close to the ground and wild.
She’s a little girl with unkempt hair,
Running wild and close to the earth,
Her face turned upward toward the sun,
Open, like the daisy, to all life’s possibilities.
hug
Kathy
I rather the Rose for she
Is as beautiful As A Bud bath in
The morning Dew
WAITING TO BE KISSED
A rose by any other name,
Is still a rose......
LOVE & PEACE BE WITH YOU
WILLIAM
Love Tinka
Cryssa :~)
It is so nice to read your works again! I have missed being away from the den...
Were I able, I would give you ten Arabian Horses -- Wild Mustangs, if you prefer -- and a giant field of year-round wildflowers.
For the joy, luv.
For the joy.
sssssssOsssssss
For me when my granddaughter
Beautifully writing poem this poem is as beautiful
As the petals of a rose, truly a gem of a write!!
Wishing you Love Peace and Light...Yolie
You certainly captured the heart and spirit of many a young girl with this gem. I loved it!
Richard
Georg
Great work, love your words.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Great analogy comparing a little girl to a flower.
Mary
Regis
George
Newfie hugs, Rose