Of all the flowers in this world
none could be more beautiful
than the ones I tend
and bring to bloom
though they are flawed
sometimes weigh down my soul
still, they are my own
For them I dream
for them I toil
that they may be
what they are meant to be.
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I think this is one of my favorite things you have written!
Thanks, Jessie. It must be the mommy in us talking. 🙂
I love this poem Imelda… why not be more proud of your own flowers than any others… they are the result of your love and attention… brilliant…
Thanks, Bulldog. 🙂
Nothing is sweeter than tending your own…
True. Tending to/caring for something/someone brings out the love from inside of us.
I like this
Thanks. 🙂
Very beautiful.
Thanks. 🙂
They sure are gorgeous Imelda and so are your beautiful shots and poem. 😀
This is so true, Imelda. Lovely poem. Gardening is such a rewarding task. 🙂
This is such a beautiful poem. So many tend to miss the level of beauty that lies within imperfection. Nothing embodies this more than flowers. Interesting enough, I wrote the poem “Forever Flowers” last week after having such a similar thought lol. Keep writing ma’am, and I’ll keep enjoying 🙂
Thank you, Mr. Sander, for the visit and the insightful comment. True, I think imperfections are often what draw people to others. They awaken the desire to nurture.
A beautiful poem about your children! 😉
Thanks, Linda. 🙂 I am glad you read it that way. Truly, I consider my children as the flowers of my soul.
The Little Prince could tell this. A beautiful poem!
Beautiful!
‘…still, they are my own…’ So heartfelt, these few words alone of a deep longing fulfilled…and I understand. Exquisite this Imelda and the photos write their own poetry… 🙂
Love the poem and photos! For them I dream for them I toil, how beautiful!
And “they’ give purpose to our lives, don’t they? What a beautiful and heartwarming verse! Great choice of photos too.
You love your garden and your lovely poem reflects this… Diane
Bravo. There is beauty in both the written word and the photos. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Gerry. 🙂