My Precious Flowers

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    My Precious Flowers

    I have a little garden
    I give it lots of love
    I feed it when it's hungry
    share the sunshine from above
    I protect it from the elements
    that try to bring it low
    And do my best to give it room
    to nurture and to grow
    Transplanted to my garden
    are two precious little flowers
    Once bruised and abandoned
    now they brighten many hours.
    I've always loves these little flowers
    from the moment they were born
    And knowing the pain that they've been through
    has left my own heart torn
    I've brought them to a safer place
    where all their needs are met
    And shown them there are folks that give
    and never charge a debt.
    My precious little flowers,
    my beautiful smiling girls
    With bright smart minds within
    and shining pretty curls.
    I will always be here for you
    every night and every day
    To teach you all you need to know
    and guide you on your way.
    Grandma will love you always
    so don't you ever fear
    You're safe with me and cared for too
    and I will hold you near.
    Never again abandoned,
    never again abused,
    Never again forgotten,
    mistreated or misused.
    I'll keep you safe until you're grown
    and teach you to survive
    Show you how to be smart and strong
    and keep your spirit alive.
    From little girls with happy smiles
    that brighten all my days
    To the beautiful women I know you'll be,
    graceful in all your ways.
    Though we had a rough start
    and I was hard on you two
    And it seemed you'd be in trouble always
    and we'd never make it through.
    But things have gotten better now;
    we're in our own new place.
    The rules are clear and you're doing well,
    I'm not always in your face.
    I apologise if I seemed mean;
    I didn't handle things well.
    All the yelling and the arguing
    must have felt like hell.
    But I appreciate your efforts
    and the progress that you've made
    And I promise to work on myself too
    and my bad moods soon will fade
    We'll work together, you and I,
    to build a happy home.
    A peaceful place for us to live
    and never will we roam.

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    Myrllie commented on My Precious Flowers

    02-13-2009

    Very nice use of words..

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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