Poems - In My Garden - By Salley Meyer

I wandered through 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 of 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 Sally Meyer 1999.
'For Dhylan'.