Saturday, July 23, 2011

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