Flowers sit upon my table
Flowers made by me
Each one so pretty and unique
Their petals bright I see
calm and peaceful
wild and rugged
beautiful and free
I didn’t pick them,
They were planted here
By a God who knew me perfectly
The joy this bunch brings to my home
Was always meant to be
For these flowers that sit upon my table
Were flowers made by me…
-hillary
K, so poem wasn’t really about flowers, aaaand I haven’t written a poem since I was in braces, in my teens. *highfive*
2 comments:
this is SO adorable hillary! i love writing poems but i'm not bold enough to share mine. but this was SO precious, thanks for sharing!
This.is.Perfect. xox!
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