Tag: Bloom

Flowers

When I was a little girl
I loved plucking the flowers
Growing on the side of the road.
Drawn by their fragrance and colors,
And their soft petals and buds,
I loved crushing them with my fingers.

When I became a teenager,
I was enamored by the flowers
That I received as gifts in bouquets.
I would put them in books and papers
Leaving them to dry between the pages
And marvel at how beautiful they were.

When I grew into a woman,
I was mesmerized by the flowers
That were woven into garlands.
I would wear them in my hair.
The air would bear their fragrance.
I felt it enhanced my beauty for hours.

In the autumn of my life,
I am reminded by the flowers
Of the moments of bygone times.
Yet, I don’t pluck, crush, dry them in papers
Or for beauty, yearn for their sacrifice.
I’m just happy when they bloom…in bowers.

Just Bloom

I know I need to send that report
With data inferred through pivots.
And the PowerPoint presentation
Needs an editing of the animations.

I know I need to reply to that email.
It’s sent in red with high importance.
And a review discussion is pending
That needs a thorough preparation.

I know I need to make my bed.
The sheets lie loose and crumpled.
And the room has to be cleaned,
Dusted and wiped till there’s a sheen.

I know I need to hang the laundry
On the line with clips so they stay.
The dishes in the sink need a wash
With soap, scrubber and a brush.

I know there’re chores to be done.
Tasks that are high priority ones.
But, today, these aren’t on my to-do’s.
For, like flowers, all I’m going to do is… bloom.