Little Flower, Little Girl

This poem is inspired by and dedicated to Sandy Beaches aka Joanie.

 

*Little Flower, Little Girl*

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A gentle breeze hits my face as I watch the branches of a willow dipping into the stream. Yellow flowers fall from the bush behind me making almost nonexistent ripples as they glide down through the air to meet the water. As I watch them dance around in the current my mind drifts back to memories of moments long since passed.

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I watched my grandfather as he cut the stem of one of his delicate roses. He smiled as he handed it to me. The beautiful pink petals tickled my nose as I inhaled its aroma. No one in the world could grow roses like he did.

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The tiny wild flowers sprouted from their orange pot. They sat warmed by the sun in the windowsill of my 2^nd grade teacher’s room. I watered them every day and saw the other kid’s eyes light up with wonder as they crowded around the plastic pot to watch the sprouts slowly emerge from the dirt and reach up to touch the sky.

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My cousin and I ran through the grass; her gold hair shimmering in the sun as we picked dandelions. We rubbed them gently against our faces turning our cheeks yellow and making dandelion wishes. Big bouquets of the beautiful flowerlike weeds filled our hands.

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A red fabric carnation fell from the hula skirt draped around my wicker cowboy hat as Veronica and I danced in my driveway. We carried a sign saying beep for peace laughing at all the people who passed by in their cars that couldn’t help but stare.

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He handed me a bouquet of lilacs accented with baby’s breath as he took my hand and asked me to dance. Leaving the flowers to sit alone at the table we headed out onto the floor. My head lay on his shoulder and his arm around my waist as the music began to play.

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I stood in my front yard looking up into the grey clouds as the rain poured down drenching me. Cleansing my sins and renewing the earth. A white lily floated down the flooded street being pulled by a sewer further down the road. Thunder rolled and lightning struck, but I continued to stand there and the lily continued to float. Finally proving to me that even in the storm of life there is beauty. Sometimes all you need to do is dance in the rain.

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This poem is inspired by and dedicated to Sandy Beaches. She told me to write a poem about a good memory that I had and she gave me the title to work from. She has helped me deal with the problems of my past and has helped me remember the good times and look forward to the future. She listens to me and makes me feel like I’m not alone and for that I must thank her. Sandy I look up to you greatly and you have truly become one of my heroes. If I become half the woman you are I will have truly been blessed…Voice

 

 

 

Author's Note

This poem is inspired by and dedicated to Sandy Beaches. She told me to write a poem about a good memory that I had and she gave me the title to work from. She has helped me deal with the problems of my past and has helped me remember the good times and look forward to the future. She listens to me and makes me feel like Im not alone and for that I must thank her. Sandy I look up to you greatly and you have truly become one of my heroes. If I become half the woman you are I will have truly been blessedVoice

Reviews

[closed account]

OMG!!!!! I have no words........ You truly are my inspiration, you brave person.... I am speechless... you by far took this
challenge and made it your own... You keep believing!! you are not what have been done to you,, you are what you
want to be!!! thank you from the bottom of my heart!! for much more than you realize... as I told you before? You are my
daughter on here, or my inner child,,, which ever it may be!! you are loved, and cared for! alway keep striving,, this poem
held it's own,,, and you owned it!!! great job? great writng? and a very incredible heart!!! *smiles*

[Patricia]

I don't think I have the words to descibe how beautiful I found this piece. Every section was unique and wonderfuly worded. There is beauty in this world, and you only have to open your eyes to find it. Thank you for putting this up, I think everyone needs to be reminded of the worlds inherent beauty

[cilla]

This is truly awesome and delicately beautiful. Each passage could stand alone and be quite complete. It is like pulling out an old book of photographs long forgotten and re-discovering the memories and quiet pleasure as each page is turn.

To dance in the rain is cleansing, is freedom and is wonderfully cathartic.

You have penned a true gem and seemed to discover a delicate voice (no pun intended) that has long been waiting to be heard.

[Jinx's Heart]

This poem gave me hope for the future. It is so beautiful. I absolutely love flowers, so I was incredibly drawn to each stanza of this poem. My favorite flower being the lily, your last stanza left a mark in my heart. I thank you for sharing this poem! It's simply beautiful.

[Hayame]

This was very touching and it made me think about someone that I lost. Beautifully written.

I don't want to be a rain cloud on anyone's parade but I do think all the asterisks in between each paragraph (?) take away from it a little because they run on past the point that they should and ruins the formatting of the page.

[closed account]

hahaha yea right.... speechless became a thing of the past once I started writing you!!! lol

[Phantom Heart]

Fantastic! Inspiring! Phenomenal! Stupendous! And down right good! It was a combination of poems, each a separate memory. Together they tell a beautiful story! I think I'm going to dance in the rain the very next chance I get.

[Phenomena]

Wow good way to describe a good memory in a poem:) haha Good job!:)