posted on Jul, 18 2016 @ 06:14 PM
Oh fair and far flung
from where her youthful heart sung
to this furthest shore she landed
Full of thorns and left stranded
She wasn't a rose
It's likely her dreams drifted
Hopes and seems lifted
Where she landed is where she was stranded
A promise in the past
Those four feet became six then two
Only left with her shoes
Now her hands work for only herself
That dream of family whithered and wilt
In the darkest night of yore
She wasn't a rose
When she landed on my far shore
She was a petal redder than the rest
A promise sealed with a kiss
plucked from a larger flower
Hoping, waiting, longing, and belonging
For more than this clinging
She wasn't a rose
and I am bliss
left often and in remiss