A Flower

You are a flower
Soft and beautiful
Delicate and wonderful
You are one look splendid
You are of God's good deed
You are a flower
Strong among the people
Colorful and cheerful
You're the life everyone would have in full
You are one of those who cares
You are a flower
That we may choose in freedom
Among the hundreds, hundreds of blooms
But still behind them, we'd be ashore
That is was like "The Cataract of Lodore"
You are a flower
Shy and beautiful
Timid-like yet not bashful
Smiling and demure
So perfect and pure
On your petals a long time the wind is blowing
It never even wavered to cease on growing
You are romantic as that of a sweet rose blooming
Your love is scented with concern and prose
That laughter means sweetness of one that's grown
You love us in full
That we may not be divided
You love us in full
We may see we're appreciated
You love us in full
You don't take us for granted
You might be a flower
But stronger than we had ever imagined

Author's Note

A poem I made for a special teacher long ago. Sadly, I'm not able to give it...

Reviews

[TLK]

This is very touching, and can't help but make the reader feel that they would like to meet more people like the intended recipient of this poem. I am sorry for your loss.