I drew this sketch of the flowers my husband ordered for me on Valentines Day.
They were Ugly, a Disappointment,
just like much of the rest of my life recently…
He said the website claimed they would bloom into “a hundred blossoms of love”
but they appeared well past blooming,
the little buds were crushed, wilted, hopeless.
I thanked him, put them in a vase and tried to politely ignore them…
Then one morning I woke up and there was hope.
Unbelievably they were opening up
uncertain, bedraggled, shaky, a long shot,
but they were beginning to think about…
…becoming Beautiful.
Shockingly they persisted in continually blooming
for days and weeks longer than any flower should.
Different, Beautiful
Here’s to hoping for things to bloom
Tess - Beautiful poem. Sometimes love doesn’t blossom right away…sometimes it can take so long you wonder if it ever will…but eventually, with patience, it blooms.
Heidi @ ggip - What a lovely post. It is the small things that sometimes remind us of hope.
I had those flowers in my wedding bouquet. Alstromeria (might not be spelled right). Since then they have been a favorite.