Tomorrows Flowers

The Growth of Children

a children's garden
planted with seeds
playing
singing
laughter and dreams

~*~

a garden of seeds
sprinkled with love
tending
mending
growth and hugs

~*~

sprinkled with love
grows a garden filled with life
caring
sharing
healthy and strong

~*~

a garden filled with life
wrapped in sunshine
smiling
loving
tomorrows flowers bloom

©

Margaret Hussey

My Samaritan

When you love,

you love like a Samaritan.

Each storm beneath my

flesh, you smooth away

with graciousness.

You are my angel on the

greatest eve of shadows,

and though my emotions

are humbled in the core

of a bitten tongue,

they are battling

to reflect in the

diamond of your

foundation.

The purest of seasons,

you are Spring;

the perfect renewal

for the desiccated

blossom in my heart.

You are the most

open of souls

my essence has ever

had the pleasure in

fusing,

yet all I do is mystify,

mistrust, and diffuse

your benevolence to

the furthest lip of

humanity.

And there you lie,

there you weep,

without my cold hands

reassuring you that

I will never leave;

and then I left

you in silence

and eyes full

of moisture.

My thoughts could

feel through the

distance, your

chest aching

like the sorrow

within mine.

How could I have

broken the bond

so potently

soldered together

like the drunkard’s

palm to his bottle,

the wise man’s

mind to his

greatest philosophy,

his purest love?

The only answer I

can provide you with

is that I had set my

cognitive angels

aside, and ran

though the alley

of demons.

But something caught

my black wings on

the flight down,

and that was the

other half of the

world I was

near to abandon;

the bright side of

the moon, the

entirety of the sun

and stars combined

for the only light

in my life in which

can always lead

me through

the tempests

of trial and of error.

And that sweet soul,

is you James,

my sun risen Love.

Our names are impressed

in concrete as one

because you alone,

are the most omnipotent

creature in the nature

of love and presence

of life.

You are mine,

and I will never liberate

you from my embrace.

Amid the darkest hours

of space between us,

I will cling to the scent of

your devotion as if it

were the breath of

eternal existence,

and that it truly is.

©

Meaghan Rina Marie