So I was cleaning out some papers and came across a poem that I wrote out. As I was reading it, I thought it was kind of sweet. When I got to the bottom I realized I had written this poem!!
I had no recollection of doing it, so I am sharing it with you now, please be kind as I am not a poet :)
The Rose of Life
It starts as a seed in the womb of the earth
Relying on another in order to grow
To come in to the world bringing joy to all around
To sprout forth as a seedling from the cool soil below
It grows to become a bud, ready to bloom
To spread its petals and show its personality
Each one so different and so unique
But all filled with the same pureness and quality
It looks so innocent and smells so pure
Attracts all the bees and butterflies too
Its color is vibrant, energetic and kind
And sparkles in the sun with a sprinkle of dew
As it grows and matures each and every day
It gets prettier and prettier to all that care
For with age comes wisdom and the ability to know
How to handle problems even though life is not fair
A rose is never perfect and neither are we
For life has its thorns we all must face
They're prickly and at times make us wilt
But friends are like water, it only takes a trace
As the cycle completes and the flower dies
All the loved ones cry and mourn
The beauty is etched in everyone's heart
Have no fear, for who remembers the thorn
It starts as a seed in the womb of the earth
Relying on another in order to grow
To come in to the world bringing joy to all around
To sprout forth as a seedling from the cool soil below
It grows to become a bud, ready to bloom
To spread its petals and show its personality
Each one so different and so unique
But all filled with the same pureness and quality
It looks so innocent and smells so pure
Attracts all the bees and butterflies too
Its color is vibrant, energetic and kind
And sparkles in the sun with a sprinkle of dew
As it grows and matures each and every day
It gets prettier and prettier to all that care
For with age comes wisdom and the ability to know
How to handle problems even though life is not fair
A rose is never perfect and neither are we
For life has its thorns we all must face
They're prickly and at times make us wilt
But friends are like water, it only takes a trace
As the cycle completes and the flower dies
All the loved ones cry and mourn
The beauty is etched in everyone's heart
Have no fear, for who remembers the thorn
8 comments:
That is so true. I pray that my days of grace and sweetness out weigh the prickly ones. Wendy
Hello,
I haven't been by in awhile and just wanted to say hi tonight. Hope you are doing well and decorating like crazy...LOL!!
Hugs,
LeAnn:)
Hi there,
Sorry Ive been a little AWOL lately, that poem is just lovely. Beautiful picture at the bottom. Great projects of the months that youve had too!! The last one was amazing!!
Hugs
mands
Beautiful poetry Kelli.
Well done - you should write more.
Hugs,
Kerryanne
Love all your projects and certainly appreciate the nostalgia going through old papers evokes. Lovely!
My Bests,
Devonia
Wow! I reckon you can claim to be a poet, I love that poem, full of meaning and "profoundness" (if there's such a word). I'm so glad to hear that your roses are still blooming, thanks for your lovely comments on my blog, they are greatly appreciated. I love your new blog background by the way.
What a beautiful poem, and what a nice surprise it must have been to realize you were the author!
Hiya Miss Kelli !
What a gorgeous poem! How funny that you forgot you wrote it :)
I used to write poems too...soppy love ones but, not pretty roses ones !
What a dag i am HA HA.
Hugs,
Shannon
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