The Most
Beautiful Flower
And if that weren't enough
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me,
all tired from play.
He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great
excitement,
"Look what I found!"

Wanting him to take his dead
flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.
But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower
to his nose and declared
with surprise,

The weed before me was
dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied,
"Just what I need."

It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for
picking the very best one.

I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman
beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with
true sight.

And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful Rose

