Little Flower

Little tiny flower in a little tiny pot

Are you not happy with life’s gracious lot?

Little Flower said to me in a voice most defiant

“If I had a bigger pot, I could be a giant!”

So I gave Little Flower what she craved the most

For I wanted her to succeed in her dreamy boast

She tried and tried and tried to grow but to no avail

Too sad an ending to Little Flower’s tale

So I said “What you need is not a bigger pot,

But a new place to live, say my kitchen window box.”

So I planted her once more and she fits in quite well

“Be true to yourself” is the story’s moral that I tell

The China Doll

See the pretty China doll,

With the flawless porcelain face?

Her fresh silk dress and painted lips

Accent her anxious pale blue eyes

Someone comes up to the stall

Pays, and takes her from the place

With eager hands he tore huge rips

And stifled all her piercing cries

She no longer screams out loud

But the damage has increased

A broken hand some scratches too

Too many owners to keep track

In a puddle in a crowd

He found her close to deceased

He took her with promises of glue

But instead painted her heart black

Ripping of the silken dress

He defiled her sacred space

She did not know that this was wrong

Yet she felt that it was not right

However she thought it best

To make her face a blank slate

She began to sing an old song

And kept from being in the light

After he had done his deed

He left her alone and sad

Now gentle hands have found the Doll

And have tried to help fix the mess

But still she shrinks and recedes

For she has gone a little mad

She feels she is the one who’s flawed

And now feels like she’s become less