The Flower

There was a garden with flowers of all types and varieties. It was a large, luscious garden brimming with color.

In the midst of the garden, there was a flower like no other.

When the rain would pelt and the other flowers' petals would droop, this flower would stand tall - always anticipating the sun and an end to the stormy weather.

And when the sun would break through and shine on the garden, this flower would look upward, basking in the warmth...gathering strength.

Sometimes winds would blow and the flower's petals would fall. But new petals, yearning for growth, would replace them...creating a fully rounded flower.

The flower trusted and depended on the gardener, listening to his voice and encouraging words. The gardener tended to the flower's every need and the flower brought joy to the gardener.

And when it was time...the gardener visited his garden and with gentle hands he carefully picked the flower. He took it into his home where it became part of a beautiful bouquet.

And the flower lived forever.

Penned 12/98 Dedicated to Mom