In my Garden
By Sally Meyer
Reprinted with permission; Copyright 1999
I wandered thru my garden
on a lovely summers day
gazing at the beauty
of the flowers in full array.
The snapdragon so colorful
the poppy red and bold
I reached to touch the sunflower
with her petals of yellow gold.
In the garden I saw the lily,
so white and ever pure
the marigold so hardy
and the petunias galore.
Yet by the garden wall
there stood, my lovely velvet rose
Her beauty more magnificent
than any that I chose.
Her colors were so delicate
her scent a pure delight
I never saw the thorns she bore
too late, I felt the bite.
I jumped back for a moment
I couldn't understand why
a flower so soft and lovely
could hurt, and make me cry.
But still her beauty captured me
and once again I tried,
but this time I was careful
not to touch the bitter side.
In the garden of the children
there are beauties everywhere
the delicate and pretty
and the ones with charm so rare.
There are those who will grow stronger
in the pleasant summer sun
there are some that fade and wither
despite love from everyone.
But the rarest of the children
are the ones who bear the thorn
the children who will struggle
from the day that they are born,
But they also bear the beauty
of the soft and gentle rose
their scent is oft most bittersweet
and this is the child, I chose.
And reaching out to touch him
I felt his prickle there
but once again I stretched my hand
and found the beauty rare.
In the garden of the children
where they grow so wild and free,
I picked the one who has a price
and found the one for me.
copyright. 1999. Sally Meyer
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