The Flower

Just felt like posting something.

I often stroll

through the park

one day 

I spotted

a flower

peeking up

from the soil

for a couple of

weeks I watched

it grow

until one day

it bloomed 

bright and yellow

in the warm sun

mentally, I said

hello to it

each time I passed it,

as though it were 

a new friend

then one day

I saw a happy

young woman

holding it

close to her face

her boyfriend with her

must have plucked it

from the ground

and given

it to her

I was sad

to see it go

but for its

short life

I was happy it

made two people

happy

the woman

and me

I think of it

often

each time I

pass that spot

I still stroll

through the park

yesterday

i spotted a new

flower

sprouting from

the soil

I'll bet its yellow

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Jonquils are usually the flower of spring...so nice you could enjoy the love of two people with your favorite yellow flower of spring...and actually, it is three people including you! and then you saw it again...it must be the flower of joy, peace and the calm of the moment!!!
NICE!
Warmly, B

[Rosie E C…]

A pleasant read.

It captivates the reader with its relaxing impact.

Flowers are beautiful and vibrant, without them life wouldn’t be the same.

A joyful piece. Well written.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Rosie.

[Curly Grace]

A quiet and tender piece. You capture how a small thing can open the heart, then return in its own time. The ending leaves a gentle light behind.

[Relic]

Thank you, Curly. :)

[Carrie]

😇 a nice happy poem. This made me smile.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Carrie. :)