Published Thu Jun 27, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
in the middle of the garden,
rooted deep within the soil,
in between robust flowers
sat this one who watched, waited
as the sun drenched them for hours.
of little importance was this one
as she watched the others bloom
until the day clouds hid the sun
and rain puddled into gloom
then this one sprouted quickly
she shielded the tender rose,
paying no attention to the thorns
she stood tall and strong and close
until at last the rose
lifted her rain-drenched head again
and with proud smile proclaimed
the Great Importance of a Friend.
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