Unloved and Unwanted

It grew up tall
and considered
by most
to be
a
weed.

Unloved
unwanted
it grew
and bloomed
but for what end

No hope
it just knew
to grow
the Lord
instilled in it
the desire
to grow

No hope
until
tiny feet
cut and
bruised

tiny feet
soft
and
sweet
warm breath
and
blue eyes

soft
warm
and
slightly
dirty hands

they reached
they grabbed
and the took
hold

they bent the
stem
and damaged
the leaves
the bloom closed
up

He knew not
what he had
done
He did it in love
took the life of
a
flower

that his mom would
know
how much
he loved her
and
what he thought
of her

He carried
it in his
hands

Dirty,
sweaty,
and
smelling of little boy

He gave it to
her
and she kissed
him
that was what he wanted
her kiss
her love
her smile

She put it in the
vase
No hope
the bloom would
return
but smiling at
the love
it was brought with

Later
that day
a smile lights
her face
she sees
him in
the yard

playing and
beside her
in the vase
it opens
and sheds
once more
some creamy
yellow on the
world

a weed
unloved
unwanted
picked
by a son
for his mother
loved
wanted

the insignificant
become significant
and life
goes on.

Jess