A flower...

It was a simple drawing if I may see

It was a simple gesture no doubt

It was a daily routine that became a habit

It was a joy of life if I may say

However, as simple as it goes...

The meaning of the drawing was immense

The gesture of attention and affection, treasured

The routine made it felt home

It was a joy of life I am sure off

To see and believe

With conviction and justification

To not doubt what was then and will 

But to live in what was now

To be in form

To be in heart

To be there

To be by side

Of how a flower

a simple daisy

kept me alive