Say It with Flowers
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Has it really been a decade
since you were in my arms?
Ten years ago, I bid farewell
to you and all your charms.
Has it really been a decade
since you were in my arms?
Ten years ago, I bid farewell
to you and all your charms.
I want to say
the worth of a puddle
is in the scenery it reflects.
Of all the treasures in the earth
and underneath the sea,
no prize is valued more than this,
nor held more gratefully:
Zada was woman, “the lucky one.”
She fed them from her rich, round bowl—
the milk of human kindness, poi of pain.
Protected by the
dark, we cling
to blind security.
We’re yellow at
the center
egg whites of our
eyes won’t see.
Humble yourself as a little child
and crawl into the nest.
With barren head and unshod feet
draw peace into your breast.
A grateful son knelt down to pray,
determined at the end of day
to bow himself beneath the rod
and consecrate his soul to God.