wraps around
my finger
Petals like
File cabinets.
Delicately crafted,
they store decades
Of Love, Laughter,
Difficult times
Given to my mother by her aunt,
These petals hold
Precious memories.
The stem that takes roots
Links me to my mother.
To a version I never knew.
From there leaves arise.
Those that connect me to family.
Protruding, they are reminders
Of new beginnings.
Hope.
Climbing higher, thorns that
Jab and jar,
Left Weak and wounded
From painful memories.
Protected and sacred,
A delicate ring.
I loved the delicacy and sincerity in this poem. The word choice and phrasing really add to the sense of longing and serenity which brings the reader relaxation.
ReplyDeleteI liked the alliteration when you said "jab and jar" and "weak and wounded." I liked the second to last line because it shows your emotions towards the flower. Something that stands out is the phrasing because it adds to the delicate tone.
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ReplyDeleteI really like this poem and the extended metaphor! It all ties together really well, and the message it contains is beautiful.