I was a flower
dew drop petals waving to the sun.
I was tall. Hopscotched on chalk
balanced one foot, then two.
I am brittle sans bloom.
Seed scattered.
Roots slowly rot,
losing ground to this horrible disease.
Slipping Away
I was a flower
dew drop petals waving to the sun.
I was tall. Hopscotched on chalk
balanced one foot, then two.
I am brittle sans bloom.
Seed scattered.
Roots slowly rot,
losing ground to this horrible disease.
lillian the home poet 
Thinking about you this morning Lillian. I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly. You are so positive and an inspiration to me. I read you often even though I am shy about commenting
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I am so very please to see your comment here. I should have written as an explanation, that this is how my dear dear friend is feeling….who has been fighting cancer for the past two years. I’ve put myself in her shoes here. I’ve also dedicated poems to her because she is a warrior. There are two sides to the roller coaster of fighting a disease…this is one. I am fine and blessed and thankful for every day. I so very much appreciate your comment here. I am so very glad you enjoy my poetry.
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Awe.. such a phenomenal opera. 🌹
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Thank you.
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“I was a flower”
My goodness, that is a powerful way to open a poem.
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Thank you, Iris. And, as an Iris, you know the beauty of being a flower 🙂
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