Flowerbed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem written for Grandma's 100th Birthday. It extends to friendship too: different languages, different colors and different creeds. Respect, united and help.

Submitted: April 22, 2019

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Flowerbed

 
Our seeds were sown,
it is not known by whom
yet all of our roots intermingle.
 
Petals of pigments extending 
from the deepest Rose 
to the softest Tulip.
 
We grow, in unison,
at different heights 
stand our textured hats.
 
Some have withered,
some wilted and torn.
Victims of the storm.
 
We bind together, sheltered,
protected and huddled.
Our stems unbroken.
 
The taller blooms
offer a safe place
for sprouts to rise.
 
Praise the rain, drink. 
Soak up the life from the 
Effervescent Sun.
 
Out flowerbed is deep,
warm, yet un-thirsty.
We thrive, not on water or sunlight,
 
But love.
 


© Copyright 2020 Derina Penn. All rights reserved.

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