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Broken Flowers

Contributed by angelrae on Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 06:47:28 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Ever sad in my heart, lost trying to find my way.
Wanting so badly to do this one thing for my son.
Failing, not understanding what I can do nor say.
Not a quitter, but this day I am, with a weight of one.

I sit on my livingroom floor with all these beautiful flowers, trying to make something wonderful for my son to make him happy.
The flowers expressing love, devotion, caring,not knowing how to make a desireable creation.
Trying desperately to please him with this talent I thought I had appreciately given to me.
I have let my son, myself, and others down with much frustration.

Having now, all broken flowers, not a creation to make.
Beautiful broken flowers, as is my heart.
Sorry, so very sorry, I have failed this creation, myself, with much aching.
Broken flowers, a broken heart, wanting my son to absolutely know how much I love him, though all the flowers wait for me to make them into arrangement , to dance from the start.

Having failed, shedding many tears for the creation of these beautiful flowers, now broken flowers.
Failed, now trying to desperately to pick myself up, to go on with plight.
Saying my sorries, hoping for forgiveness of broken flowers and thinking I am a failure, how much I need His power.
Only to give love, the one constant in my heart and soul, which is my light.

Forgetting the broken flowers on my floor, and remembering love conquers all things.
Remembering the beauty and wisdom in my son's soul, that he has learned through many years.
Flowers will break or even fade away from their precious beginnings.
I am going to make these broken flowers into something wonderful and beautiful because I know it is love and devotion that will make the premier.

A lesson learned, once again, it is the love behind all things you do or try to make.
I wlll make these broken flowers a creation, not perfect in anyway, but for love's sake.

Copyright © angelrae ... [ 2004-09-14 18:47:28]
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Re: Broken Flowers (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 07:33:09 PM AEST
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You are right, life is hard.Sometimes we make it hard for ourselves, sometimes others make it hard for us.
I'm glad you remembered that a little love goes a long way

Steve

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